Potential Titles: Dead
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somethingdarkerThe dead who carry no scars - Rasha Abdulhadi "sirens and silence"
The noise of dead men's bones - Harold Acton "On the Theme of Ophelia's Madness"
Of the dead and their grammar - Gbenga Adesina "Glory"
Dead winds above us stir - Conrad Aiken "The Vampire"
most sick things become dead things - Kaveh Akbar "Against Dying"
Solemnly bearing my dead loves away - Daisy Aldan "Under the Marble Arches"
New leaves after her dead flowers - Richard Aldington "New Love"
Breaking through leafless brambles and dead leaves - Thomas Bailey Aldrich "The Metempsychosis"
Not a dead leaf dares to fall - Elizabeth Akers Allen "A Midnight Visitor"
Where shadows of the dead have rest - William Allingham "Aeolian Harp"
All the Dead that ever I knew going one by one - William Allingham "A Dream"
To chase an orchestra of the dead - Zaina Alsous "cinematography"
Dead center in the human heart - Julia Alvarez "Passing On"
Braving the dead undergrowth together - Mouna Ammar "Daydream"
And all the dead spirits walking with me - Betsy Aoki "A crowd of yakubyō gami (pestilence yōkai)"
Whisper white lies to the dead - Rae Armantrout "Djinn"
Where dead means hidden - Rae Armantrout "Heaven"
Dead in life, alive in death - Simon Armitage "Poundland"
Dead to every gain but gold - "An Army Contractor" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]
The blood of its victims dying and dead - George M. Baker "An Old Man's Prayer"
The dead are with me in my kitchen - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"
Their most persuasive dead - Benjamin West Ball "To --"
As the dead years lurch, in tattered clothes - Charles Baudelaire "Meditation" transl. by David Yezzi
Not to have known what the dead weep for - Charles Baudelaire "Posthumous Remorse" transl. by Keith Waldrop
Two hawks courting in a dead drop - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"
That chant the dead day's requiem - Hilaire Belloc "The Night"
Sit like a dead god incensed - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"
The burning fuel of dead stars - Emily Berry "Allegiances"
Strange love for the living, strange love for the dead - Emily Berry "The End"
Whose dead sceptre conquers time - Craven Langstroth Betts "In Memorium"
Play a game of dead dolls - Cecil Bodker "Fury's Field" transl. by Nadia Christensen
But I hear the beating of dead boughs - Arna Bontemps "Blight"
And listened to the words of men now dead - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Ghosts of dead men meet their ladies walking - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
Up through the poles of a dead telegraphy - Bruce Boston "The Lesions of Genetic Sin"
To quench the dead - James Brasfield "Late Summer"
Only the dead were wise - Teresa Brayton "A Christmas Song"
A cry of bitter dead men - Gwendolyn Brooks "Gay Chaps at the Bar"
Already dead but refusing to fall - Nickole Brown "Mercy"
From the dead Past the gravestone to move - Bulwer Lytton publishing as Owen Meredith "Lucile: Part I Canto I"
A dwarf on a dead giant's shoulders sees more - Bulwer Lytton publishing as Owen Meredith "Lucile: Part I Canto II"
Laden with some dead woman's tears - Witter Bynner "Young Eden"
Paint their dreams of dead desire - Roy Campbell "The Porpoise"
Dead vines knocking at the pane - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"
The time of the midnight dead - W. Wilfred Campbell "Peniel"
Make ghosts of such dead aromas - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"
Dead leaves tiger bright - Judith Chalmer "Pocket"
Having to live in a dead person's future - Victoria Chang "OBIT"
Heroes among the dead - "Battle" Ch'u Yuan (translated by Arthur Waley)
In dead details to smother vital ends - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"
The dead diamond machinery of the sky - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"
Radio town singing dead frequencies - CR Colby "The Last Punk Rock Band in the Zombie Apocalypse"
The blight of dead leaves in the blood - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"
No music in dead stones - Arthur Colton "The Poet and the Fountain"
No cold canvas of dead color - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Old King Cotton's dead and buried - "Corn Is King" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]
I'll quench my thirst with dead water - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan
With a dead eye into darkness - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"
Where nothing turns but dead sands - Hart Crane "Voyages V"
Adding the dead, dividing the living, multiplying the sorrows - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"
Follow a sequin thread of dead things - Cynthia Cruz "Final Performance"
the last immortal leaf is dead - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"
And stitch, and stitch, upon the dead day's shroud - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"
Shining clusters round the silent dead - Olive Custance "Candle-Light"
Dead to this dull world - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"
The dear lost eyes of my dead - Danske Dandridge "Lost at Sea"
Weeds already rising from the dead - Jim Daniels "Elegy for the Nasty Neighbor"
Of a dead-dream basement - Jim Daniels "Foundation"
Caught in a dead fir-tree - Fanny Stearns Davis "Two Songs of Conn the Fool: Moon Folly"
The fearful dreams be dead - Edward L. Davison "Nocturne"
Sweet requiem for the countless dead - Kwame Dawes "Requiem"
As though illusion were not dead - Coningsby Dawson "A Brave Life"
The only fruit the dead can eat - Tyree Daye "what the angels eat"
They told me Pan was dead - Walter de la Mare "They Told Me"
Dead like stone - Christine de Pisan
Where dead loves are forgotten - Julián del Casal "Vas Doloris" transl. by William George Williams
And become marigolds for the dead - Diana Marie Delgado "Where I Drown"
And what can dead gods do? - Thomas M. Disch "Ballade of the New God"
Playing baseball with the dead - Chris Dombrowski "A History of Barbed Wire"
Wind in the dead chime of the aspen - Chris Dombrowski "Rex's Georgic: Hunting Morels in Last Year's Burn"
Which dead in great fishes' jaws - John Donne "The Calm"
Where the volcano's fires were dead - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"
The ancient wail heard by dead Gods - Edward Dowden "A Child's Noonday Sleep"
Embalmed hearts of summers dead - Edward Dowden "The Corn-Crake"
Centuries of dead summers - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel V: On the Sea-Cliff"
Relic of the dear, dead yesterday - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VII: Relics"
What's dead might not stay dead - Denise Dumars "The Golem"
Hollow skulls of the innocent dead - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Heart Has Four Chambers"
fatigues borrowed from some dead comrade - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"
In an all but dead and dry garden - Roger Dutcher "More Than Distance"
Those immortal dead who live again - George Eliot "The Choir Invisible"
Breathed deep breath in heroes dead - George Eliot "Self and Life"
The supplication of a dead man's hand - T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"
And the dead tree gives no shelter - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land I: The Burial of the Dead"
And walked among the lowest of the dead - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"
With her ear against a dead wasp nest - Ansel Elkins "Someone Forgot to Whisper Your Death to the Bees"
Before cold shrines and at dead altars kneel - George Allan England "Ricordatevi Di Mi!"
No cacophony of the dead - Martin Espada "After the Goose that Rose Like the God of Geese"
The dead are islands - Ed Falco "Morning Voices"
Veil of dead smiles and forgotten tears - Eleanor Farjeon "Dwellers in the Garden"
This dead and leaden thing - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Dead Fires"
And my dead heart would bless oblivion - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Oblivion"
dead dry pods holding dormant soulseeds - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"
Striking dead both Bud and Bloom - John Fletcher "Folding the Flocks"
The static of the traveling dead - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen F"
From a museum of dead grammar - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"
Tell of love dead and unspoken - Mary Weston Fordham "Passing of the Old Year"
Would leave their shadows for dead - Vievee Francis "Three Hundred and Seventy-Two Miles from Home: Chihuahua, 1849"
Hated and hate the spoils of the dead - Robert Frost "Spoils of the Dead"
Ice and snow, dead weeds and unmated birds - Robert Frost "Wind and Window Flower"
Dead hours still haunt the living day - L.J.G. "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]
The moon new-risen from the dead - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"
The secret stir of nameless dead - Zona Gale "A Meeting"
With a lullaby for the dead night - Zona Gale "Wind Song"
Pouring water for the dead - Tess Gallagher "Reading the Waterfall"
Heedless of the querulous dead - Gwynne Garfinkle "Scenes from a Marriage"
Leaning against the shadow of dead cells - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"
Dead waters and dark destinies - Nikita Gill "What It Means to Be a Forgotten Magic Maker"
Blood of the witches you thought were dead - Nikita Gill "Witch"
Carrying our dead letters to their lost addresses - Dana Gioia "Finding a Box of Family Letters"
A decision about the dead flowers - Louise Gluck "March"
Stars and the dead are faithful - Mona Gould "Stars and the Dead"
As dead as doornails used to be - John Grey "The Computer vs. My Personal Evolution"
A wide expanse of grass dead to the night - John Grey "Skywatching"
The dead land oppressed me - Ivor Gurney "Trees"
A 9 second lullaby in the dead of night - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"
Like the buds that wait patient beneath the dead leaves - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "In an Album"
Dead Nelson and his half-dead crew - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"
Tomorrow I will feed the dead - Joy Harjo "Day of the Dead"
Will only upset the dead - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"
Where the dead last stood - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"
Dead hopes and faded joys of bright departed years - Rev. T.L. Harris "The Mourners" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]
They bring their dead to me daily - Maryann Hazen-Stearns "Embalmer"
Chambers peopled by the dead alone - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"
The unforgotten accents of the dead - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"
Making a great noise to wake a dead god - Liz Henry "The Eclipse"
A dragonfly keeps coming back to the same dead twig - Conrad Hilberry "Angles"
Lay these words on the dead man's eyelids - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"
Bulls undone and lions dead and vultures flapping overhead - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"
Where the dead shop for perfumes - Carlie Hoffman "The Year Made Out of a Cut in Your Civilization"
Scratching in the dead fire's ashes - Langston Hughes "The South"
Dead clouds awoke and quivered - Richard Hughes "The Singing Furies"
Of lilies dead and turned to roses - Aldous Huxley "Variations on a Theme of LaForgue"
Weird traditions of the dead and lost - W.I. "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]
Which serve to guard the ashes of the dead - W.I. "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]
And the stars are all dead - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: A Lily and a Lute"
Counts up the times of the dead - Jean Ingelow "Songs of the Night Watches, The Middle Watch"
Something chill and obscuring and dead - Sade Iverson "The Milliner" [The Little Review v.1 no.5, July 1914]
Bloom from the ashes of the dead - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"
Their dead weight sinks our histories - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
Dead shells accumulating on the windowsill - John James "Forget the Song"
Spend a night or two among the dead - John James "Le Moribond"
In the dead grass by the stream - Robinson Jeffers "October Evening"
where every fantasy i try leaves me dead - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"
Dead husks that rustle through her hands - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Corn Husker"
Amass the spirit of dead fire - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"
The freedom of the living dead - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"
When even the dead will bid adieu - J. Beauchamp Jones "An Hour Among the Dead" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
An angle of dead bees - Rodger Kamenetz "The Living Hive"
If the dead would come or be left a forwarding address - Mary Karr "Disappointments of the Apocalypse"
A trophy pinned with dead flowers and scorn - Vandana Khanna "Novice"
Dead bees falling from your mouth - Vandana Khanna "Self-Portrait as a Girl Conceding"
Hide the broken halo of dead bees - Vandana Khanna "Self-Portrait as a Girl Conceding"
Wraiths of kisses newly dead - Joyce Kilmer "Matin"
Dead bells pounding - Galway Kinnell "Last Holy Fragrance"
gyre with dead fire alarm tears - Aristilde Kirby "Daria Ukiyo-e"
This way, I know the dead can find me - Elizabeth Knapp "Requiem with an Amulet in Its Beak"
In our people's way of wearing our dead - Julia Kolchinsky "Naming"
Corralled by the dead - Yusef Komunyakaa "Warhorses"
Something dead under the foundation - Yusef Komunyakaa "The Whistle"
A jewel dead center in the heart - Ted Kooser "Barn Owl"
Nowhere the dead want to go - Ted Kooser "Old Cemetery"
Yet leave them no less dead - Maxine Kumin "The Burners, the Buriers"
With the dead and ruined dust - Archibald Lampman "Alcyone"
Mixed with dead daisies - Archibald Lampman "Among the Timothy"
The ghosts of the dead flowers - Archibald Lampman "Ballade of Summer's Sleep"
And the curse of gold was dead - Archibald Lampman "The Land of Pallas"
Who anoints my dead palaces - Else Lasker-Schuler "Homesick" transl. by Michael Hamburger
A dirge for myriad chances dead - Rose Hawthorne Lathrop "Wed"
That moon-like sword the ascendant dead unsheathe - D.H. Lawrence "Obsequial Ode"
Through the lattice high in yon dead wall - Emma Lazarus "Fog"
The red, dark year is dead - Emma Lazarus "The New Year"
On the straight lists of broken-hearted dead - Richard Le Gallienne "Christmas in War-Time"
where dead zones pock the mind - Joseph Lease "Falling"
In her ears were rings of dead men's bone - Charles G. Leland "Bone Ornaments" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]
Greets me with last year's dead thistles - Philip Levine "Gospel"
The future and the past are dead - Amy Levy "Magdalen"
Better to rest in the halls of the dead - E. Anna Lewis "The Orphan's Hymn"
Devour the flesh of the dead universe - Jong-Ki Lim "The Fall of Snakes"
Artificial flowers bloom in the dead bodies of universes - Jong-Ki Lim "The Fall of Snakes"
I have begun to count my dead - Vachel Lindsay "Alexander Campbell, II: Written in a Year When Many of My People Died"
The dead hours in their graves - Vachel Lindsay "The Boat with the Kite String and the Celestial Eyes"
Beats dead like a slackened drum - Amy Lowell "The Taxi"
Worth a score of dead Boccaccios - James Russell Lowell "Fitz Adam's Story"
Requiems from the dead for the living - Mario Luzi "Las Animas" transl. by Dana Gioia
Charged with beckoning the dead - Thomas Lynch "To Her Sisters on the Nature of the Universe"
Dead phantom of a form yet living - E.M. "The Lathe of Morpheus: A Dream Song/A tribute to B.C. from E.M."
And rounded with dead glitter - George MacDonald "A Hidden Life"
Gone to the Hades of dead loves - George MacDonald "Within and Without"
And all the saints alive or dead - Fiona MacLeod "A Milking Song"
And pronounced myself legally dead - Ruth Madievsky "Ficus"
An empire of moss, dead yellow, and carapace - Randall Mann "The Fall of 1992, Gainesville, Florida"
Dead fountains in the sands - Edwin Markham "Wail of the Wandering Dead"
No new road for the dead - Edwin Markham "Wail of the Wandering Dead"
The dead doors of my being - Edwin Markham "The Whirlwind Road"
Amid the wreck of visions dead - Don Marquis "The Seeker"
The city is a cage of dead doves and avid hunters - José Martí "Love in the City" transl. by Esther Allen
Dead museums and miles of misery - John Masefield "Biography"
From dead things striking fire - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"
Held dead Queens' secret jewels - Theodore Maynard "Sonnet for the Fifth of October"
Where the dead wait in line - Michael McGriff "Men Keep on Dying"
If we belonged to the dead - Maureen N. McLane "Populating Heaven"
Lay my dead illusions there - Louis J. McQuilland "The Digger"
Dead as Ashtaroth's desire - Louis J. McQuilland "Immortal"
To weep for the martyred dead - Louis J. McQuilland "The Song of the Flag"
To cheer the heart whose hopes are dead - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]
For the dead do not listen - W.S. Merwin "At the Same Time"
Boutique sticks stones dead flowers - Claire Meuschke "zero in on"
Who gave so many dead unto the journeying wave - Alice Meynell "Parentage"
A dead seed in her hand - Edna St Vincent Millay "The Blue-Flag in the Bog"
And like dead mist - Edna St Vincent Millay "Journey"
Under centuries of fine dead dust of roses - Edna St. Vincent Millay sonnet VI from Second April
From Charity's dead hands - Thomas Miller "Summer Morning"
Which, on my living tongue, is dead - Gabriela Mistral "The Teller of Tales" (translated by Ursula K. Le Guin)
When faith is fled and hope is dead - Harriet Monroe "Hope"
Of flowers dead and letters never sent - jessica Care moore "Wild Beauty"
All the dead days I have lived - William Moore "It Was Not Fate"
A bird made of bone, solemn and dead - Gabriel Ascencio Morales "The Harrowing | Desgarrador"
The lonely exile of your dead history - Walter Dean Myers "Harland Keith, 33, Reporter"
The petals of dead planets eaten - Simone Muench "Wolf Centos"
Of dead souls hanging in the air - Jaye Nasir "November"
Guardians of dead fire - Pablo Neruda "Brother Cordillera" transl. by Alastair Reid
Just a handful of dead founders - Pablo Neruda "Cataclysm" transl. by Maria Jacketti
Go out to count the dead - Pablo Neruda "Cataclysm" transl. by Maria Jacketti
The dead year of doubt - Pablo Neruda "Insomnia" transl. by Alastair Reid
And constructed a dead city - Pablo Neruda "Theater of the Gods" transl. by Dennis Maloney
Cruel ash of dead hatred - Pablo Neruda "To Envy" transl. by Alastair Reid
In the twilight's arms the day lies dead - E. Nesbit "[The last bright relic of the moon's full gold]"
Trod dead leaves in chill and wintry ways - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Not Summer's crown of scent]"
Dead things left by living things - Caroline Harper New "The Archaeology Magazine"
Idle words breathed of the dead - Mrs. R.S. Nichols "[I know that thou wilt sorrow]" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.2, Aug. 1841]
The dead who teach us how to count - Aaiun Nin "Broken Halves of a Milky Sun"
Inky-garmented, truth-dead - Yone Noguchi "Where Is the Poet"
The first to find a dead volcano - Alfred Noyes "Jean Guettard IV: At Paris"
Only when some heart lies dead - O. "Good-Night" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.446, 17 July 1852]
Only the old dead dreams a-fluttering go - Seumas O'Sullivan "The Twilight People"
If thus she weep above the guilty dead - C.L.P. "Tidings of Victory" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Waking dead stars to new birth - Herbert E. Palmer "The New Beginning"
All my pretty hates are dead - Dorothy Parker "Wail"
The sullen might of the dead year - John Payne "Chant Royal of the God of Love"
Through the dead smoke of myriad sacrifice - Josephine Preston Peabody "Noon at Paestum"
Who carry with them the many names of the dead - Kailee Pedersen "Aviary"
Even the dead have to wait - Willie Perdomo "Where I'm From"
The warlocks of winter are dead - Kiki Petrosino "Witch Wife"
A labyrinth of dead ends and false openings - Carl Phillips "Wherefore Less Lonely"
Cold queen among the dead - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"
The dead thorns sharper than the green - Robert Pinsky "The Thicket"
Anubis endlessly brought forth the dead - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"
With the jewels of dead warriors adorning its teeth - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Nidhigg"
The voice of the dead whispering history - Joy Priest "Denial is a Cliff We Are Driven Over"
The Dead men all wear shoes - John Prine
Dead stars who still sent light - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Telling a Bedtime Story"
A river of tales fenced in by the dead's texts - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Is it distance or is it a far god?"
Dead leaves drift on the lute - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Alma Mater"
My dead have no use for names - Paige Quinones "Visiting My Grandparents' Unmarked Graves"
Whose thoughts dead poets gathered - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Prayer"
In its cradle of dead bells - Charles Rafferty "Hotel Bible"
When a tongue attempts to pronounce the dead - Charles Rafferty "Words"
Freed from the painted dead - Theodore H. Rand "In Autumn's Dreamy Ear"
While dead men's cups brim high - Herbert Randall "Twin Lights"
Horn and scale both less and more than dead - Paisley Rekdal "Philip Larkin's Koan"
The secrets of the mighty dead - Agnes Repplier "Le Repos in Egypte: The Sphinx"
Flicking all the dead ends off - heidi andrea restrepo rhodes "Flying down the Five"
A Dealer who traffics the dead - Lola Ridge "A Toast"
Go out through a thousand miles of dead grass - Rihaku "Four Poems of Departure: Taking Leave of a Friend" transl. by Ezra Pound
A blade that's shaved the dead - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
All these dead coming after - Alberto Rios "November 2: Dia de los muertos"
Where the dead dreamers dwell - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Unknown City"
The dead hand of Winter is knocking at the door - Lloyd Roberts "The Wind Tongues"
Dead flowers on the wind - Corinne Roosevelt Robinson "From a Motor in May"
Grew dead without and small within - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Nimmo"
This changeless glimmer of dead gray - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Sonnet [Oh for a poet--]"
My faiths have been dead so long - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"
Where the numberless dead cities sleep - Rennell Rodd "A Roman Mirror"
Through realms the dead inherit - Rennell Rodd "When I Am Dead"
Bring back dreams of the days long dead - Rennell Rodd "Where the Rhone Goes Down to the Sea"
The tight roots of some dead universe - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"
Guarded by the granite names of dead parishioners - Mark Rudolph "Surreal Wedding"
Dead and lost beyond a million days - George William Russell "Babylon"
but the town isn't completely dead - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"
Know a dead man's thoughts too well - Carl Sandburg "The Lawyers Know Too Much"
All the dead leaves listen in - Reg Saner "Spring Song"
Dead things are not my science - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"
collect our dead's leavings & listen - Sam Sax "Objectophile"
The dead are breathing inside me - Maxine Scates "Look"
The old are changed, deposed or dead - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"
Dead worlds are hidden in the lap of Night - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"
Through life's gates to where the dead are found - Friedrich Schiller "Man's Dignity"
This spangled canopy of pyres to the distant dead - Ann K. Schwader "Dead Light"
Will live when Death is dead - Frederick George Scott "Andante"
This dead life on loan and on land - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound
Selenite incense holder to honor my fresh dead - Chet'la Sebree "An End"
As the dead are audience - Solmaz Sharif "The End of Exile"
Light in the dust lies dead - Shelley "When the Lamp Is Shattered"
Hunt the dead leaves it cannot find - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VIII. The Watch"
Between dead suns must peer and grope - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Earth"
The dead, blundering planets raining past - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Night"
His reeking hecatombs of slaughter'd dead - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"
The loaded wains with their burdens of the dead - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"
Poet of the dead leaves - Charles Simic "Shelley"
My dead tooth unmaking the veil - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"
Dead moons that wander - Clark Ashton Smith "The Exile"
Eating the dead blue sky - Clark Ashton Smith "Finis"
The dead shell of a frozen world - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"
The sentinel stars are dead - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"
Travels by dead reckoning - A.E. Stallings "The Ghost Ship"
the harpsichord of dead lovers - Frank Stanford "The Mind Reader"
On tombs where Time lay dead - George Sterling "A Dream of Fear"
Dead stars were strewn like sands - George Sterling "The Wine of Illusion"
Wicked in her dead light - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"
No radiance dead blaze - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"
Geography of the Dead - Wallace Stevens "Somnambulisma"
Distant echo from dead melody - Wallace Stevens "Sonnet [Lo, even as I passed beside the booth]"
As men dead in their prime - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"
Out of the dead that is proved not dead - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
The sun that still rises and the dead that stay dead - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"
I drink at dead men's lips - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"
A whisper of life in the grey dead trees - Alan Sullivan "The White Canoe"
Sleep with the world's eldest dead - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]
Vision vex me alive and dead - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]
A whole dead month in the dark - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"
Listed in the roster of the dead - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Poem in the Form of a Coffin-Puller's Song, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson
First flicker drumming on a dead ash - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"
The tender grace of a day that is dead - Tennyson "Break, Break, Break"
Mad and dead as nails - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"
Drowned by the voice of my dead - Edward Thomas "The Cuckoo"
As might suit a pageant of the dead - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
I bore dead Love unto his grave - Sidney R. Thompson "At Waking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.108-v.III, 23 Jan. 1886]
Whose faith and hopes are dead - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"
One mourner to a thousand dead - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"
What of pain among the dead - Eunice Tietjens "To Jake"
Light is dead within my heart - Miguel Teurbe Tolón "Last Song of the Exile" transl. by Francisco Javier Vingut
Dead flames send me letters - Kristen Tracy "State Lines"
Painting dead carnivals upon a fan - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
The dead stand up in stone - Natasha Trethewey "Pilgrimage"
The living surround the dead - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"
Dead roses lift their heads - Louis Untermeyer "Haunted"
Glories gone but never dead - Louis Untermeyer "Protests"
even in the dead of space, a drumming - upfromsumdirt (Ron Davis) "John Henry Says I Am Not My Hammer (a.k.a., To Boldly Go Drylongso)"
The walls are dead with dust - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"
Only the dead this morning are not old - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"
When every twig and star is dead - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"
Who build bridges between the dead and the living - Morgan L. Ventura "Dispatch from a Ruin in Mitla, the Town of Souls"
Surviving their own dead selves - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell
Dead leaves from the birches - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Wind" transl. by Alma Strettell
Write poems about dead ends - Jeanann Verlee "Helen Considers Leaving Troy"
Unloose their dead to battle on the height - O.I. Victor "The Phantom Field"
Piercing the dead with the quick - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament XVII"
Water the skies of the dead - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"
And I remain alone among the dead - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"
The street's dead dust and factory's frown - William Watson "The Glimpse"
Six months to dismantle the dead rooms - John Moncure Wettarau "[Clouds booming over the washed woods]"
The dead are beginning to walk again - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"
Who sits and waits to see me dead - Edith Wharton "The Last Token. A.D. 107. (She Speaks)"
Nor look through the eyes of the dead - Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"
A handful of dead Februarys - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"
The gutters packed with dead leaves - William Carlos Williams "A Goodnight"
Cold with dead men's tears - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All"
Toward me from that dead hillside - William Carlos Williams "Woman Walking"
Within the theatre of the mighty dead - Joseph R. Wilson "An Actor's Epitaph"
Roses dead and garlands broken - Margaret L. Woods "Gaudeamus Igitur"
The dead yawn out of earshot - Jenny Xie "Le Temps Mort"
And the dead planets race unlighted - Francis Brett Young "Song [What is the worth of war]"
No use telling the dead - Kevin Young "Ledge"
The dead do what they want - Kevin Young "Mantle"
The dead have quit their midnight visits - Kevin Young "Snapdragon"
Fortunes in a dead language - Josephine Yu "The Compulsive Liar Apologizes to Her Therapist for Certain Fabrications and Omissions"
The ghost of a dead oak - Art Zilleruelo "Ghost Story"
Where the deadened nerves so soon forget - Edward Shanks "The Return"
Deaden the might of the gale - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"
Gods deadened by the weight of waiting - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"
Asleep within the deadest hour of night - Robert Nichols "To ---"
Deadly.
Death.
Deathless.
Long-Dead.
every dead-ash sun a crumbled cipher - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"
Deadheading flowers after their first blooming - Keith Taylor "The Gleaners"
Pasteboard riddles and commedia deadpan - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"
Dead ringer in the wind, but worst - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"
Dead Nelson and his half-dead crew - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"
Long dead before Hollywood dividends could ever come - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"
Dreamless long-dead Amen-hotep lies - Edward Thomas "Swedes"
Shake crisp leaves from long-dead trees - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"
An elegy for the not-quite-dead - Jackie Wang "Refuge"
The undead life between my pages - Mary Alexandra Agner "Book of the Dead Woman"
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The noise of dead men's bones - Harold Acton "On the Theme of Ophelia's Madness"
Of the dead and their grammar - Gbenga Adesina "Glory"
Dead winds above us stir - Conrad Aiken "The Vampire"
most sick things become dead things - Kaveh Akbar "Against Dying"
Solemnly bearing my dead loves away - Daisy Aldan "Under the Marble Arches"
New leaves after her dead flowers - Richard Aldington "New Love"
Breaking through leafless brambles and dead leaves - Thomas Bailey Aldrich "The Metempsychosis"
Not a dead leaf dares to fall - Elizabeth Akers Allen "A Midnight Visitor"
Where shadows of the dead have rest - William Allingham "Aeolian Harp"
All the Dead that ever I knew going one by one - William Allingham "A Dream"
To chase an orchestra of the dead - Zaina Alsous "cinematography"
Dead center in the human heart - Julia Alvarez "Passing On"
Braving the dead undergrowth together - Mouna Ammar "Daydream"
And all the dead spirits walking with me - Betsy Aoki "A crowd of yakubyō gami (pestilence yōkai)"
Whisper white lies to the dead - Rae Armantrout "Djinn"
Where dead means hidden - Rae Armantrout "Heaven"
Dead in life, alive in death - Simon Armitage "Poundland"
Dead to every gain but gold - "An Army Contractor" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]
The blood of its victims dying and dead - George M. Baker "An Old Man's Prayer"
The dead are with me in my kitchen - Peter Balakian "Day of the Dead"
Their most persuasive dead - Benjamin West Ball "To --"
As the dead years lurch, in tattered clothes - Charles Baudelaire "Meditation" transl. by David Yezzi
Not to have known what the dead weep for - Charles Baudelaire "Posthumous Remorse" transl. by Keith Waldrop
Two hawks courting in a dead drop - Erin Belieu "She Returns to the Water"
That chant the dead day's requiem - Hilaire Belloc "The Night"
Sit like a dead god incensed - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"
The burning fuel of dead stars - Emily Berry "Allegiances"
Strange love for the living, strange love for the dead - Emily Berry "The End"
Whose dead sceptre conquers time - Craven Langstroth Betts "In Memorium"
Play a game of dead dolls - Cecil Bodker "Fury's Field" transl. by Nadia Christensen
But I hear the beating of dead boughs - Arna Bontemps "Blight"
And listened to the words of men now dead - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Ghosts of dead men meet their ladies walking - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
Up through the poles of a dead telegraphy - Bruce Boston "The Lesions of Genetic Sin"
To quench the dead - James Brasfield "Late Summer"
Only the dead were wise - Teresa Brayton "A Christmas Song"
A cry of bitter dead men - Gwendolyn Brooks "Gay Chaps at the Bar"
Already dead but refusing to fall - Nickole Brown "Mercy"
From the dead Past the gravestone to move - Bulwer Lytton publishing as Owen Meredith "Lucile: Part I Canto I"
A dwarf on a dead giant's shoulders sees more - Bulwer Lytton publishing as Owen Meredith "Lucile: Part I Canto II"
Laden with some dead woman's tears - Witter Bynner "Young Eden"
Paint their dreams of dead desire - Roy Campbell "The Porpoise"
Dead vines knocking at the pane - W. Wilfred Campbell "Departure"
The time of the midnight dead - W. Wilfred Campbell "Peniel"
Make ghosts of such dead aromas - Madison J. Cawein "Accolon of Gaul"
Dead leaves tiger bright - Judith Chalmer "Pocket"
Having to live in a dead person's future - Victoria Chang "OBIT"
Heroes among the dead - "Battle" Ch'u Yuan (translated by Arthur Waley)
In dead details to smother vital ends - Arthur Hugh Clough "Dipsychus"
The dead diamond machinery of the sky - Leonard Cohen "I Draw Aside the Curtain"
Radio town singing dead frequencies - CR Colby "The Last Punk Rock Band in the Zombie Apocalypse"
The blight of dead leaves in the blood - Arthur Colton "The Cheneaux Islands"
No music in dead stones - Arthur Colton "The Poet and the Fountain"
No cold canvas of dead color - Martha Walker Cook "Clouds. Respectfully Dedicated to Professor Guyot" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.3, March 1864]
Old King Cotton's dead and buried - "Corn Is King" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]
I'll quench my thirst with dead water - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan
With a dead eye into darkness - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"
Where nothing turns but dead sands - Hart Crane "Voyages V"
Adding the dead, dividing the living, multiplying the sorrows - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"
Follow a sequin thread of dead things - Cynthia Cruz "Final Performance"
the last immortal leaf is dead - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"
And stitch, and stitch, upon the dead day's shroud - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"
Shining clusters round the silent dead - Olive Custance "Candle-Light"
Dead to this dull world - Annie Charlotte Dalton "Marie Bashkirtseff Said"
The dear lost eyes of my dead - Danske Dandridge "Lost at Sea"
Weeds already rising from the dead - Jim Daniels "Elegy for the Nasty Neighbor"
Of a dead-dream basement - Jim Daniels "Foundation"
Caught in a dead fir-tree - Fanny Stearns Davis "Two Songs of Conn the Fool: Moon Folly"
The fearful dreams be dead - Edward L. Davison "Nocturne"
Sweet requiem for the countless dead - Kwame Dawes "Requiem"
As though illusion were not dead - Coningsby Dawson "A Brave Life"
The only fruit the dead can eat - Tyree Daye "what the angels eat"
They told me Pan was dead - Walter de la Mare "They Told Me"
Dead like stone - Christine de Pisan
Where dead loves are forgotten - Julián del Casal "Vas Doloris" transl. by William George Williams
And become marigolds for the dead - Diana Marie Delgado "Where I Drown"
And what can dead gods do? - Thomas M. Disch "Ballade of the New God"
Playing baseball with the dead - Chris Dombrowski "A History of Barbed Wire"
Wind in the dead chime of the aspen - Chris Dombrowski "Rex's Georgic: Hunting Morels in Last Year's Burn"
Which dead in great fishes' jaws - John Donne "The Calm"
Where the volcano's fires were dead - J.E. Dow "Napoleon"
The ancient wail heard by dead Gods - Edward Dowden "A Child's Noonday Sleep"
Embalmed hearts of summers dead - Edward Dowden "The Corn-Crake"
Centuries of dead summers - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel V: On the Sea-Cliff"
Relic of the dear, dead yesterday - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VII: Relics"
What's dead might not stay dead - Denise Dumars "The Golem"
Hollow skulls of the innocent dead - Cheryl Dumesnil "The Heart Has Four Chambers"
fatigues borrowed from some dead comrade - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"
In an all but dead and dry garden - Roger Dutcher "More Than Distance"
Those immortal dead who live again - George Eliot "The Choir Invisible"
Breathed deep breath in heroes dead - George Eliot "Self and Life"
The supplication of a dead man's hand - T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"
And the dead tree gives no shelter - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land I: The Burial of the Dead"
And walked among the lowest of the dead - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"
With her ear against a dead wasp nest - Ansel Elkins "Someone Forgot to Whisper Your Death to the Bees"
Before cold shrines and at dead altars kneel - George Allan England "Ricordatevi Di Mi!"
No cacophony of the dead - Martin Espada "After the Goose that Rose Like the God of Geese"
The dead are islands - Ed Falco "Morning Voices"
Veil of dead smiles and forgotten tears - Eleanor Farjeon "Dwellers in the Garden"
This dead and leaden thing - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Dead Fires"
And my dead heart would bless oblivion - Jessie Redmon Fauset "Oblivion"
dead dry pods holding dormant soulseeds - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"
Striking dead both Bud and Bloom - John Fletcher "Folding the Flocks"
The static of the traveling dead - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen F"
From a museum of dead grammar - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen K"
Tell of love dead and unspoken - Mary Weston Fordham "Passing of the Old Year"
Would leave their shadows for dead - Vievee Francis "Three Hundred and Seventy-Two Miles from Home: Chihuahua, 1849"
Hated and hate the spoils of the dead - Robert Frost "Spoils of the Dead"
Ice and snow, dead weeds and unmated birds - Robert Frost "Wind and Window Flower"
Dead hours still haunt the living day - L.J.G. "Echoes" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.16-v.I, 19 April 1884]
The moon new-risen from the dead - Zona Gale "Exercise in Spenserians"
The secret stir of nameless dead - Zona Gale "A Meeting"
With a lullaby for the dead night - Zona Gale "Wind Song"
Pouring water for the dead - Tess Gallagher "Reading the Waterfall"
Heedless of the querulous dead - Gwynne Garfinkle "Scenes from a Marriage"
Leaning against the shadow of dead cells - Adam J. Gellings "Somewhere Else"
Dead waters and dark destinies - Nikita Gill "What It Means to Be a Forgotten Magic Maker"
Blood of the witches you thought were dead - Nikita Gill "Witch"
Carrying our dead letters to their lost addresses - Dana Gioia "Finding a Box of Family Letters"
A decision about the dead flowers - Louise Gluck "March"
Stars and the dead are faithful - Mona Gould "Stars and the Dead"
As dead as doornails used to be - John Grey "The Computer vs. My Personal Evolution"
A wide expanse of grass dead to the night - John Grey "Skywatching"
The dead land oppressed me - Ivor Gurney "Trees"
A 9 second lullaby in the dead of night - Farah Habad "And out of the ashes"
Like the buds that wait patient beneath the dead leaves - Arthur Sherburne Hardy "In an Album"
Dead Nelson and his half-dead crew - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"
Tomorrow I will feed the dead - Joy Harjo "Day of the Dead"
Will only upset the dead - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"
Where the dead last stood - Joy Harjo "Exile of Memory"
Dead hopes and faded joys of bright departed years - Rev. T.L. Harris "The Mourners" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]
They bring their dead to me daily - Maryann Hazen-Stearns "Embalmer"
Chambers peopled by the dead alone - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto I"
The unforgotten accents of the dead - Felicia Hemans "The Abencerrage Canto III"
Making a great noise to wake a dead god - Liz Henry "The Eclipse"
A dragonfly keeps coming back to the same dead twig - Conrad Hilberry "Angles"
Lay these words on the dead man's eyelids - Edward Hirsch "In Memoriam Paul Celan"
Bulls undone and lions dead and vultures flapping overhead - Ralph Hodgson "The Bull"
Where the dead shop for perfumes - Carlie Hoffman "The Year Made Out of a Cut in Your Civilization"
Scratching in the dead fire's ashes - Langston Hughes "The South"
Dead clouds awoke and quivered - Richard Hughes "The Singing Furies"
Of lilies dead and turned to roses - Aldous Huxley "Variations on a Theme of LaForgue"
Weird traditions of the dead and lost - W.I. "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]
Which serve to guard the ashes of the dead - W.I. "The Rocky Boulders of Cornwall" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 4th series, no.689, 10 March 1877]
And the stars are all dead - Jean Ingelow "Contrasted Songs: A Lily and a Lute"
Counts up the times of the dead - Jean Ingelow "Songs of the Night Watches, The Middle Watch"
Something chill and obscuring and dead - Sade Iverson "The Milliner" [The Little Review v.1 no.5, July 1914]
Bloom from the ashes of the dead - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"
Their dead weight sinks our histories - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"
Dead shells accumulating on the windowsill - John James "Forget the Song"
Spend a night or two among the dead - John James "Le Moribond"
In the dead grass by the stream - Robinson Jeffers "October Evening"
where every fantasy i try leaves me dead - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"
Dead husks that rustle through her hands - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Corn Husker"
Amass the spirit of dead fire - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"
The freedom of the living dead - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"
When even the dead will bid adieu - J. Beauchamp Jones "An Hour Among the Dead" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
An angle of dead bees - Rodger Kamenetz "The Living Hive"
If the dead would come or be left a forwarding address - Mary Karr "Disappointments of the Apocalypse"
A trophy pinned with dead flowers and scorn - Vandana Khanna "Novice"
Dead bees falling from your mouth - Vandana Khanna "Self-Portrait as a Girl Conceding"
Hide the broken halo of dead bees - Vandana Khanna "Self-Portrait as a Girl Conceding"
Wraiths of kisses newly dead - Joyce Kilmer "Matin"
Dead bells pounding - Galway Kinnell "Last Holy Fragrance"
gyre with dead fire alarm tears - Aristilde Kirby "Daria Ukiyo-e"
This way, I know the dead can find me - Elizabeth Knapp "Requiem with an Amulet in Its Beak"
In our people's way of wearing our dead - Julia Kolchinsky "Naming"
Corralled by the dead - Yusef Komunyakaa "Warhorses"
Something dead under the foundation - Yusef Komunyakaa "The Whistle"
A jewel dead center in the heart - Ted Kooser "Barn Owl"
Nowhere the dead want to go - Ted Kooser "Old Cemetery"
Yet leave them no less dead - Maxine Kumin "The Burners, the Buriers"
With the dead and ruined dust - Archibald Lampman "Alcyone"
Mixed with dead daisies - Archibald Lampman "Among the Timothy"
The ghosts of the dead flowers - Archibald Lampman "Ballade of Summer's Sleep"
And the curse of gold was dead - Archibald Lampman "The Land of Pallas"
Who anoints my dead palaces - Else Lasker-Schuler "Homesick" transl. by Michael Hamburger
A dirge for myriad chances dead - Rose Hawthorne Lathrop "Wed"
That moon-like sword the ascendant dead unsheathe - D.H. Lawrence "Obsequial Ode"
Through the lattice high in yon dead wall - Emma Lazarus "Fog"
The red, dark year is dead - Emma Lazarus "The New Year"
On the straight lists of broken-hearted dead - Richard Le Gallienne "Christmas in War-Time"
where dead zones pock the mind - Joseph Lease "Falling"
In her ears were rings of dead men's bone - Charles G. Leland "Bone Ornaments" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]
Greets me with last year's dead thistles - Philip Levine "Gospel"
The future and the past are dead - Amy Levy "Magdalen"
Better to rest in the halls of the dead - E. Anna Lewis "The Orphan's Hymn"
Devour the flesh of the dead universe - Jong-Ki Lim "The Fall of Snakes"
Artificial flowers bloom in the dead bodies of universes - Jong-Ki Lim "The Fall of Snakes"
I have begun to count my dead - Vachel Lindsay "Alexander Campbell, II: Written in a Year When Many of My People Died"
The dead hours in their graves - Vachel Lindsay "The Boat with the Kite String and the Celestial Eyes"
Beats dead like a slackened drum - Amy Lowell "The Taxi"
Worth a score of dead Boccaccios - James Russell Lowell "Fitz Adam's Story"
Requiems from the dead for the living - Mario Luzi "Las Animas" transl. by Dana Gioia
Charged with beckoning the dead - Thomas Lynch "To Her Sisters on the Nature of the Universe"
Dead phantom of a form yet living - E.M. "The Lathe of Morpheus: A Dream Song/A tribute to B.C. from E.M."
And rounded with dead glitter - George MacDonald "A Hidden Life"
Gone to the Hades of dead loves - George MacDonald "Within and Without"
And all the saints alive or dead - Fiona MacLeod "A Milking Song"
And pronounced myself legally dead - Ruth Madievsky "Ficus"
An empire of moss, dead yellow, and carapace - Randall Mann "The Fall of 1992, Gainesville, Florida"
Dead fountains in the sands - Edwin Markham "Wail of the Wandering Dead"
No new road for the dead - Edwin Markham "Wail of the Wandering Dead"
The dead doors of my being - Edwin Markham "The Whirlwind Road"
Amid the wreck of visions dead - Don Marquis "The Seeker"
The city is a cage of dead doves and avid hunters - José Martí "Love in the City" transl. by Esther Allen
Dead museums and miles of misery - John Masefield "Biography"
From dead things striking fire - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"
Held dead Queens' secret jewels - Theodore Maynard "Sonnet for the Fifth of October"
Where the dead wait in line - Michael McGriff "Men Keep on Dying"
If we belonged to the dead - Maureen N. McLane "Populating Heaven"
Lay my dead illusions there - Louis J. McQuilland "The Digger"
Dead as Ashtaroth's desire - Louis J. McQuilland "Immortal"
To weep for the martyred dead - Louis J. McQuilland "The Song of the Flag"
To cheer the heart whose hopes are dead - "Memory" [Southern Literary Messenger v.II no.1 Dec. 1835-6]
For the dead do not listen - W.S. Merwin "At the Same Time"
Boutique sticks stones dead flowers - Claire Meuschke "zero in on"
Who gave so many dead unto the journeying wave - Alice Meynell "Parentage"
A dead seed in her hand - Edna St Vincent Millay "The Blue-Flag in the Bog"
And like dead mist - Edna St Vincent Millay "Journey"
Under centuries of fine dead dust of roses - Edna St. Vincent Millay sonnet VI from Second April
From Charity's dead hands - Thomas Miller "Summer Morning"
Which, on my living tongue, is dead - Gabriela Mistral "The Teller of Tales" (translated by Ursula K. Le Guin)
When faith is fled and hope is dead - Harriet Monroe "Hope"
Of flowers dead and letters never sent - jessica Care moore "Wild Beauty"
All the dead days I have lived - William Moore "It Was Not Fate"
A bird made of bone, solemn and dead - Gabriel Ascencio Morales "The Harrowing | Desgarrador"
The lonely exile of your dead history - Walter Dean Myers "Harland Keith, 33, Reporter"
The petals of dead planets eaten - Simone Muench "Wolf Centos"
Of dead souls hanging in the air - Jaye Nasir "November"
Guardians of dead fire - Pablo Neruda "Brother Cordillera" transl. by Alastair Reid
Just a handful of dead founders - Pablo Neruda "Cataclysm" transl. by Maria Jacketti
Go out to count the dead - Pablo Neruda "Cataclysm" transl. by Maria Jacketti
The dead year of doubt - Pablo Neruda "Insomnia" transl. by Alastair Reid
And constructed a dead city - Pablo Neruda "Theater of the Gods" transl. by Dennis Maloney
Cruel ash of dead hatred - Pablo Neruda "To Envy" transl. by Alastair Reid
In the twilight's arms the day lies dead - E. Nesbit "[The last bright relic of the moon's full gold]"
Trod dead leaves in chill and wintry ways - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Not Summer's crown of scent]"
Dead things left by living things - Caroline Harper New "The Archaeology Magazine"
Idle words breathed of the dead - Mrs. R.S. Nichols "[I know that thou wilt sorrow]" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.2, Aug. 1841]
The dead who teach us how to count - Aaiun Nin "Broken Halves of a Milky Sun"
Inky-garmented, truth-dead - Yone Noguchi "Where Is the Poet"
The first to find a dead volcano - Alfred Noyes "Jean Guettard IV: At Paris"
Only when some heart lies dead - O. "Good-Night" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal no.446, 17 July 1852]
Only the old dead dreams a-fluttering go - Seumas O'Sullivan "The Twilight People"
If thus she weep above the guilty dead - C.L.P. "Tidings of Victory" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Waking dead stars to new birth - Herbert E. Palmer "The New Beginning"
All my pretty hates are dead - Dorothy Parker "Wail"
The sullen might of the dead year - John Payne "Chant Royal of the God of Love"
Through the dead smoke of myriad sacrifice - Josephine Preston Peabody "Noon at Paestum"
Who carry with them the many names of the dead - Kailee Pedersen "Aviary"
Even the dead have to wait - Willie Perdomo "Where I'm From"
The warlocks of winter are dead - Kiki Petrosino "Witch Wife"
A labyrinth of dead ends and false openings - Carl Phillips "Wherefore Less Lonely"
Cold queen among the dead - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"
The dead thorns sharper than the green - Robert Pinsky "The Thicket"
Anubis endlessly brought forth the dead - Tim Pratt "Ammut in Her Later Years"
With the jewels of dead warriors adorning its teeth - Tim Pratt "A Bestiary: Nidhigg"
The voice of the dead whispering history - Joy Priest "Denial is a Cliff We Are Driven Over"
The Dead men all wear shoes - John Prine
Dead stars who still sent light - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Telling a Bedtime Story"
A river of tales fenced in by the dead's texts - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Is it distance or is it a far god?"
Dead leaves drift on the lute - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Alma Mater"
My dead have no use for names - Paige Quinones "Visiting My Grandparents' Unmarked Graves"
Whose thoughts dead poets gathered - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "Prayer"
In its cradle of dead bells - Charles Rafferty "Hotel Bible"
When a tongue attempts to pronounce the dead - Charles Rafferty "Words"
Freed from the painted dead - Theodore H. Rand "In Autumn's Dreamy Ear"
While dead men's cups brim high - Herbert Randall "Twin Lights"
Horn and scale both less and more than dead - Paisley Rekdal "Philip Larkin's Koan"
The secrets of the mighty dead - Agnes Repplier "Le Repos in Egypte: The Sphinx"
Flicking all the dead ends off - heidi andrea restrepo rhodes "Flying down the Five"
A Dealer who traffics the dead - Lola Ridge "A Toast"
Go out through a thousand miles of dead grass - Rihaku "Four Poems of Departure: Taking Leave of a Friend" transl. by Ezra Pound
A blade that's shaved the dead - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
All these dead coming after - Alberto Rios "November 2: Dia de los muertos"
Where the dead dreamers dwell - Charles G.D. Roberts "The Unknown City"
The dead hand of Winter is knocking at the door - Lloyd Roberts "The Wind Tongues"
Dead flowers on the wind - Corinne Roosevelt Robinson "From a Motor in May"
Grew dead without and small within - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Nimmo"
This changeless glimmer of dead gray - Edwin Arlington Robinson "Sonnet [Oh for a poet--]"
My faiths have been dead so long - Rennell Rodd "By the South Sea"
Where the numberless dead cities sleep - Rennell Rodd "A Roman Mirror"
Through realms the dead inherit - Rennell Rodd "When I Am Dead"
Bring back dreams of the days long dead - Rennell Rodd "Where the Rhone Goes Down to the Sea"
The tight roots of some dead universe - Isaac Rosenberg "Moses"
Guarded by the granite names of dead parishioners - Mark Rudolph "Surreal Wedding"
Dead and lost beyond a million days - George William Russell "Babylon"
but the town isn't completely dead - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"
Know a dead man's thoughts too well - Carl Sandburg "The Lawyers Know Too Much"
All the dead leaves listen in - Reg Saner "Spring Song"
Dead things are not my science - George Santayana "Six Wise Fools"
collect our dead's leavings & listen - Sam Sax "Objectophile"
The dead are breathing inside me - Maxine Scates "Look"
The old are changed, deposed or dead - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"
Dead worlds are hidden in the lap of Night - Herman George Scheffauer "The Masque of the Elements"
Through life's gates to where the dead are found - Friedrich Schiller "Man's Dignity"
This spangled canopy of pyres to the distant dead - Ann K. Schwader "Dead Light"
Will live when Death is dead - Frederick George Scott "Andante"
This dead life on loan and on land - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound
Selenite incense holder to honor my fresh dead - Chet'la Sebree "An End"
As the dead are audience - Solmaz Sharif "The End of Exile"
Light in the dust lies dead - Shelley "When the Lamp Is Shattered"
Hunt the dead leaves it cannot find - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: VIII. The Watch"
Between dead suns must peer and grope - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Earth"
The dead, blundering planets raining past - Francis Sherman "The Deserted City: The House of Night"
His reeking hecatombs of slaughter'd dead - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "Bonaparte at St. Helena"
The loaded wains with their burdens of the dead - Mrs. L.H. Sigourney "The Ploughing of the Sword"
Poet of the dead leaves - Charles Simic "Shelley"
My dead tooth unmaking the veil - Safiya Sinclair "Planet Dread"
Dead moons that wander - Clark Ashton Smith "The Exile"
Eating the dead blue sky - Clark Ashton Smith "Finis"
The dead shell of a frozen world - Clark Ashton Smith "The Masque of Forsaken Gods"
The sentinel stars are dead - Clark Ashton Smith "The Return of Hyperion"
Travels by dead reckoning - A.E. Stallings "The Ghost Ship"
the harpsichord of dead lovers - Frank Stanford "The Mind Reader"
On tombs where Time lay dead - George Sterling "A Dream of Fear"
Dead stars were strewn like sands - George Sterling "The Wine of Illusion"
Wicked in her dead light - Wallace Stevens "Madame la Fleurie"
No radiance dead blaze - Wallace Stevens "St. Armorer's Church from the Outside"
Geography of the Dead - Wallace Stevens "Somnambulisma"
Distant echo from dead melody - Wallace Stevens "Sonnet [Lo, even as I passed beside the booth]"
As men dead in their prime - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Christmas Comes Again"
Out of the dead that is proved not dead - Arthur Stringer "Letters from Home"
The sun that still rises and the dead that stay dead - Blaize Kelly Strothers "The West Is Dead"
I drink at dead men's lips - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"
A whisper of life in the grey dead trees - Alan Sullivan "The White Canoe"
Sleep with the world's eldest dead - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]
Vision vex me alive and dead - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]
A whole dead month in the dark - Algernon Charles Swinburne "A Dark Month"
Listed in the roster of the dead - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Poem in the Form of a Coffin-Puller's Song, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson
First flicker drumming on a dead ash - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"
The tender grace of a day that is dead - Tennyson "Break, Break, Break"
Mad and dead as nails - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"
Drowned by the voice of my dead - Edward Thomas "The Cuckoo"
As might suit a pageant of the dead - Francis Thompson "Victorian Ode for Jubilee Day, 1897"
I bore dead Love unto his grave - Sidney R. Thompson "At Waking" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.108-v.III, 23 Jan. 1886]
Whose faith and hopes are dead - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"
One mourner to a thousand dead - James Thomson "The City of Dreadful Night"
What of pain among the dead - Eunice Tietjens "To Jake"
Light is dead within my heart - Miguel Teurbe Tolón "Last Song of the Exile" transl. by Francisco Javier Vingut
Dead flames send me letters - Kristen Tracy "State Lines"
Painting dead carnivals upon a fan - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
The dead stand up in stone - Natasha Trethewey "Pilgrimage"
The living surround the dead - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"
Dead roses lift their heads - Louis Untermeyer "Haunted"
Glories gone but never dead - Louis Untermeyer "Protests"
even in the dead of space, a drumming - upfromsumdirt (Ron Davis) "John Henry Says I Am Not My Hammer (a.k.a., To Boldly Go Drylongso)"
The walls are dead with dust - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"
Only the dead this morning are not old - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"
When every twig and star is dead - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"
Who build bridges between the dead and the living - Morgan L. Ventura "Dispatch from a Ruin in Mitla, the Town of Souls"
Surviving their own dead selves - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell
Dead leaves from the birches - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Wind" transl. by Alma Strettell
Write poems about dead ends - Jeanann Verlee "Helen Considers Leaving Troy"
Unloose their dead to battle on the height - O.I. Victor "The Phantom Field"
Piercing the dead with the quick - Derek Walcott "Arkansas Testament XVII"
Water the skies of the dead - Rosemarie Waldrop "Evening Sun"
And I remain alone among the dead - Jo Walton "Hades and Persephone"
The street's dead dust and factory's frown - William Watson "The Glimpse"
Six months to dismantle the dead rooms - John Moncure Wettarau "[Clouds booming over the washed woods]"
The dead are beginning to walk again - Marcus Whalbring "A Local TV Weatherman Describes the Apocalypse"
Who sits and waits to see me dead - Edith Wharton "The Last Token. A.D. 107. (She Speaks)"
Nor look through the eyes of the dead - Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"
A handful of dead Februarys - William Carlos Williams "A Celebration"
The gutters packed with dead leaves - William Carlos Williams "A Goodnight"
Cold with dead men's tears - William Carlos Williams "Spring and All"
Toward me from that dead hillside - William Carlos Williams "Woman Walking"
Within the theatre of the mighty dead - Joseph R. Wilson "An Actor's Epitaph"
Roses dead and garlands broken - Margaret L. Woods "Gaudeamus Igitur"
The dead yawn out of earshot - Jenny Xie "Le Temps Mort"
And the dead planets race unlighted - Francis Brett Young "Song [What is the worth of war]"
No use telling the dead - Kevin Young "Ledge"
The dead do what they want - Kevin Young "Mantle"
The dead have quit their midnight visits - Kevin Young "Snapdragon"
Fortunes in a dead language - Josephine Yu "The Compulsive Liar Apologizes to Her Therapist for Certain Fabrications and Omissions"
The ghost of a dead oak - Art Zilleruelo "Ghost Story"
Where the deadened nerves so soon forget - Edward Shanks "The Return"
Deaden the might of the gale - Alfred B. Street "My Canoe"
Gods deadened by the weight of waiting - Keith S. Wilson "Heliocentric"
Asleep within the deadest hour of night - Robert Nichols "To ---"
Deadly.
Death.
Deathless.
Long-Dead.
every dead-ash sun a crumbled cipher - Emily Gaskin "Anthropic Principle"
Deadheading flowers after their first blooming - Keith Taylor "The Gleaners"
Pasteboard riddles and commedia deadpan - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"
Dead ringer in the wind, but worst - William Archila "Little soul lost, little shining ghost"
Dead Nelson and his half-dead crew - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"
Long dead before Hollywood dividends could ever come - G. O. Clark "Mary Has a Prophetic Vision"
Dreamless long-dead Amen-hotep lies - Edward Thomas "Swedes"
Shake crisp leaves from long-dead trees - S.R. Tombran "A Time Traveler's Field Notes"
An elegy for the not-quite-dead - Jackie Wang "Refuge"
The undead life between my pages - Mary Alexandra Agner "Book of the Dead Woman"
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