Potential Titles: Red
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A red star above the deep - A.L.O.E. "The Beacon"
A red rose just before it's dipped in liquid nitrogen - Duane Ackerson "Operation Macbeth"
From the ashes of red spider lilies - Jeff William Acosta "Call Out My Name"
Dark red circles filled with dust - Harold Acton "Green grow the Rushes, O"
And birth fields of wild red milkweed - Liz Adair "Dragon in the E.R."
The mind's red line - Stephanie Adams-Santos "from Xibalba [Outside the water sings]"
A red river the sun must ford - Carl Adamshick "Our flag"
Thick with red steam and basil - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Bread, wind and red tomatoes - Daisy Aldan "Women at Windows"
Held the saturnalia of Red Death - Thomas Bailey Aldrich "The Last Caesar"
Tenderness under the blown red wing - Meena Alexander "Darling Coffee"
Green jacket, red cap, and white owl's feather - William Allingham "The Fairies"
Marks the reddened feet of the Followers of Lot - Nada Almosa "Queer Arab Dictionary"
Earth's reddest vintage of blood - "The Angels of War" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.2, Feb. 1864]
Covered with lichens red and gray - Auguste Angellier "The Old Bridge" transl. by Henry van Dyke
Around our wrists one long, red string - Diannely Antigua "Blessing the Baby"
To bear the red rose company - Anonymous ballad "Babylon"
The red clay of Macon dusting his bones - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"
The red shafts quench their rage - Benjamin West Ball "MDCCCXLVIII-IX"
Dim his red nocturnal torch - Benjamin West Ball "Morning"
Wrists twined with a red thread of electricity - Mary Jo Bang "The Ana of Bliss"
Where Sisyphus opened his red leather diary - Mary Jo Bang "I Could Have Been Better"
A veil on red music - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 3. The Nerve Fibers"
Put to shame the white rose and the red - Maurice Baring "Vita Nuova"
Red feud and ravage of saber tooth and claw - William Francis Barnard "The Hymn of Labor"
The stir of something red - Elizabeth Bartlett "Afternoon of a Journey"
The earth bled till the moon shone red - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Barren Fig Tree"
red as a ripe warm plum - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"
red for something velvet deep - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"
a vivid red each time - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"
less temperamental than red - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"
trees with roots of red - Elizabeth Bartlett "whatever else may be"
In glass beneath my seals of red - Charles Baudelaire "The Soul of Wine" transl. not credited
Throw the red flag down - Jan Beatty "Drag"
Thousands of footprints stamped in the red sand - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"
Never gave consent to those red days of massacre - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"
The thick red sorrow of sunsets - Paul Bernstein "After Hours"
Red claws to clutch and gills to gasp - Leah Bobet "Full Fathom Five"
With cunning promises of red - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
Their shamefaced grays and reds - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
A red cloth over your etched face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Pastels"
Soldier wrapped in linen and thick red noise - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"
Amid his red and reeling priests - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"
Burning in the sun's red fire - Thomas Boyd "Love on the Mountain"
This red sound of wolves coming - William Brewer "Relapse Psalm"
My black anger made red - Jericho Brown "A Young Man"
A red and tender radiance - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"
In His red anger seize thee - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"
Dyed with the red wounds of fear - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"
Our paper house sat on the banks of the red river - Nicole Callihan "Fable"
Crumbled in one red crucible - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Last Prayer"
In Passion's red arrayed - Ethna Carbery "Mea Culpa"
Across the red vapours descending - Giosue Carducci "On a Saint Peter's Eve" transl. by Frank Sewall
Showers red rain on the shining way - Edward Carpenter "In a Canoe"
The red wound wailing in the air - Ken Chen "Fingernails"
Red hells and golden heavens - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"
In the red heavens of hell - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"
When William Carlos' red wheelbarrow transforms - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup" [William Carlos Williams]
My angel with one red eye - CR Colby "The Last Punk Rock Band in the Zombie Apocalypse"
The red candles of garden brambles - Hilda Conkling "Poems"
Fled from the red destroyer - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"
Through the red rains rising - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"
And all of the front rank red - Nathalia Crane "The Roll of the Roses"
Listed red as ruin - Nathalia Crane "The Vestal"
To let a red sword of virtue plunge into my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"
Many red devils ran from my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"
Keep one red tower in sight - Arthur Shearly Cripps "Essex"
Which we wrung from the the red jaws of hell - Crosscut, 16th Battalion, AIF "How I Won the V.C." [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Red wells too deep to bring up tears - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"
Baskets of bright berries and red marmalade - Cynthia Cruz "Hotel Berlin"
Flaunt a red flower in the face of time - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"
And the red seed of the red vervain - H.D. "Simaetha"
Sing to me out of my red fuchsia tree - Charles Dalmon "O What if the Fowler"
The bitter-sweet red lees again - T.A. Daly "To a Thrush"
A prayer book tinted with red sorrow - Jim Daniels "Last Picked"
The stain of rich red wine - Eugene A. Davidson "The Swift and Sharp-tongued Flame of Death"
Red tide strangling Florida's shore - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Migraines have their say"
The maple's loom is red - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XLVII: Summer's Obsequies"
Red sunbeam athwart the withered leaf - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Melts the red light of the sun - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
The bergamot's red blossom leans the stilly stream across - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
That reddened all the hours - Jeanne d'Orge "Memories"
Emperor of this red domain - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"
That red flower of memory - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VIII: On the Pier of Boulogne"
Red as first love's heart - Carol Ann Duffy "The Woman Who Shopped"
The Red Sea of mine own passion - Helen Parry Eden "A Prayer for St Innocent's Day"
A road of red clover opens - JJJJJerome Ellis "Before Stuttering"
Lands of lapis and red carnelian - Enheduana "The Hymn to Inana" transl. by Sophus Helle
Red river surge of time - Heid E. Erdich "Blood Chimera"
Red blood of hunger - Heid E. Erdich "Vial"
Red against the north wind - Heid E. Erdich "Wilsah kote: The Burnt Wood People"
Sealed my red heart's inmost core - Anthony Euwer "The Sequoia Gigantia"
Red ivy iron fire and the brick blossoms florid - Eve L. Ewing "I come from the fire city"
The red sun eats the bungalows - Eve L. Ewing "I come from the fire city"
lights pinning red over white snow - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"
Robed in red and sea-lilies - James Elroy Flecker "The Dying Patriot"
And paints the shadows green and red - James Elroy Flecker "The Gates of Damascus"
Cutting its pathway slow and red and deep - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"
The children of thunder, red smoke and shells - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen A"
For the hour of the red battle-harvest - Gilbert Frankau "A Song of the Guns"
The red altars of a crumbling world - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"
With many red and golden fluttering things - Zona Gale "Ballade of Old Perfumes"
All the red of east and west - Zona Gale "A Meeting"
Yawning red and wide - Zona Gale "Violin"
One day when blades are red - Theodosia Garrison "The Victor"
Orange, and red, all fringed with golden light - Ilsien Nathalie Gaylord "The Fairies' Ball"
Redder and redder burns the rose - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"
As strontium red and shot silver explode - Ian Goh "Firework"
The red sparks in my heart - Rigoberto Gonzalez "The Bordercrosser's Pillowbook"
Reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire - Thomas Gray "On the Death of Richard West"
The round red sun is the door - Kate Greenaway "Which Is the Way to Somewhere Town?"
The red tides of thanksgiving - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Caliph and the Beggar"
With the red might of centuries - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"
And the red lightnings threaten - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"
And the red dust settles on my head - Han-Shan "[Have I a body or have I none?]" transl. by Burton Watson
When reddest flowers are black - Thomas Hardy "The Garden Seat"
Red and blue flowers in the wheat - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXIV"
Through golden temples, portals red - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XL"
March toward battles red - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XLIV"
Reds magnificent with death - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"
Sent me three red carnations - Nazim Hikmet "Thing I Didn't Know I Loved" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk
Red's arid shadow on the other side - Brenda Hillman "A Short Rhyme for Amiri Baraka"
Red earth and a hawthorne hedge - Florence Hoatson "Summer Picture"
And he is crowned with the red, red gold - "Holger Danske and Stout Didrik" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Red poppies grown with corn - Thomas Hood "Ruth"
Roses red as an angry dawn - Aldous Huxley "Variations on a Theme of LaForgue"
And laughed against the red - "In Hebrid Seas"
Red Republicans settling with sin - "Intervention" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]
The partridge red with blood of the hawk - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"
A sheaf of red cloth soaked in rain - John James "Scarecrow"
Red towers on the slopes of snow - Robinson Jeffers "Contrast"
Red ash of the dark solstice - Robinson Jeffers "Salmon-Fishing"
Energy in the earth's arteries beating red - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"
Red with the death of Achilles - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Achilles' Heel"
The air is a red drum - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Other Women's Children"
From a vision red with war - Fenton Johnson "The New Day"
Red shall the cornfields ripen - Lionel Johnson "Enthusiasts"
With autumn grows on red ripe apples - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"
Over the red corn grounds - Lionel Johnson "Hill and Vale"
Red wreckage of the rose - Lionel Johnson "In England"
Play in a red moon's dance - Lionel Johnson "In England"
Fruits redden to their dawn - Lionel Johnson "In England"
Red Wind of blight and blood - Lionel Johnson "The Red Wind"
Red Wind of burning death - Lionel Johnson "The Red Wind"
Red is a secret in the trees - Taylor Johnson "Art Movie"
Red is at the end of black - Saeed Jones "Boy Found Inside a Wolf"
Red rose petals scattered everywhere - Zilka Joseph "Eliyahoo Hanabi"
Heiress of red embers - Bettina Judd "Not My Ancestors"
The red eyes of a friend you cursed - Mary Karr "All This and More"
When the red flags fly in London - Roz Kaveney "Twelve Steampunk Sonnets: Conspiracy Theory"
The red bird inside my chest - Donika Kelly "Red Bird"
The red brick canvas holding us both - Candice M. Kelsey "Ave, Verum Corpus"
With a needle of long red flint - D.H. Lawrence "He-Goat"
On the shadow's dark red rim - D.H. Lawrence "The Red Wolf"
Fretted with burning stones, and trellised with red gold - Emma Lazarus "Fog"
The red, dark year is dead - Emma Lazarus "The New Year"
With glowing spokes of red - Richard Le Gallienne "Sunset in the City"
War's red and lurid planet - Eugene Lee-Hamilton "An Ode of the Tuscan Shore"
A red pavilion beyond the rain - Li Shang-yin "Spring Rain" transl. by Burton Watson
The sun a red wheel - Li T'ai-Po "The Battle to the South of the City" translated by Florence Ayscough and adapted by Amy Lowell
Red eyes burning back in the mirror - Gary Copeland Lilley "Alpha Zulu"
With a red and royal intoxication - Vachel Lindsay "The Firemen's Ball"
Of red birds and constellations tucked behind clouds - P. H. Low "Ode"
Red like the wine of your heart - Amy Lowell "Crowned"
Like red wine and honey - Amy Lowell "A Decade"
A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass - Amy Lowell "J--K Huysmans"
With a rose's red heart's tide - James Russell Lowell "The Singing Leaves"
Where the bayonets gleam and the red tides flow - Anne C. Lynch "The Battle of Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]
As she culls the blood red rose - E.M. "Part II. The Garden of Sleep"
Wove in red for every deed - Alice C. MacDonell "The Weaving of the Tartan"
a river borne red from the rock - Jennifer Mace "Morphology"
Red lightning through my blood - James Clarence Mangan "Dark Rosaleen"
Has neither rose nor red nor gold - Jeannette Marks "Calendar"
Scarved with red symbols of pride - Don Marquis "Early Autumn"
Drink deep of the red mirth - Don Marquis "This Is Another Day"
Purple bramble reddening into blaze - John Masefield "King Cole"
With the strong red wine of His mirth - John Masefield "Laugh and Be Merry"
Red knowledge of a window flung wide - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"
The red, lurid wreckage of the sunset - John Masefield "On Eastnor Knoll"
Red herds of sullen cattle drifting - John Masefield "The River"
Like banners of royal red - Theodore Maynard "The Boaster"
Where the lakes of Hell burn red - Theodore Maynard "Gratitude"
A boundless wall of red - John McCrae "The Unconquered Dead"
Red dance of my opened fist - Jeffrey McDaniel "Jonathan"
The thorn of our red love - Arch Alfred McKillen "Lone Cello"
Blurred as in red mirror moons - Cecilia Meireles "The Dead Horse" transl. by James Merrill
Their red and golden physique of sly heat - Joanne Merriam "First Contact"
Red carnations burning in the sun - Charlotte Mew "Madeleine in Church"
The ghosts of reddened swords - Charlotte Mew "The Quiet House"
Red is the strangest pain to bear - Charlotte Mew "The Quiet House"
Red needles marking air with rust - Claire Millikin "Dress Like a Girl"
Gathering red fibers in a squashed hell - Tyler Mills "ectopic"
That blue that never bled to red - Matthew Minicucci "Nostalgia"
Slips red thread around its spool - Janice Mirikitani "For a Daughter Who Leaves"
And the storm's red rack in the sky is burning - Harriet Monroe "Hope"
A shrine of cloudy fire flamed redly awful - Robert Montgomery "Vision of Heaven" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.12 no.337, Oct. 25, 1828]
A red noise of bones - Simone Muench "Wolf Centos"
Two red shadows falling - Simone Muench "Wolf Centos"
In red mirror moons - Simone Muench "Wolf Centos"
Red with redundance of blood - "My Dark Rosaleen" transl. by James Clarence Mangan
For the liberating will of red flags - Pablo Neruda "Come with Me" transl. by Teresa Anderson
The red resume of hazel trees - Pablo Neruda "The Frontier (1904)" transl. by Jack Schmitt
Burning rain over the red earth - Pablo Neruda "Mexican Serenade" transl. by Alastair Reid
Punctuated by red flowers like burns - Pablo Neruda "Winter Garden" transl. by William O'Daly
Dragons flying in a red light - Mari Ness "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Dragon"
War's red rose sprang blooming - "New-England's Advance" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]
Through the red sea of the carnage - "New-England's Advance" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]
Unanswered red garnet - Hoa Nguyen "Overseas Vietnamese"
Dashing the red gourd of light - Hoa Nguyen "She Leads with Flower Wands"
Into the Terror's hot red tiger-mouth - Alfred Noyes "Lamarck, Lavoisier, and Ninety-Three"
Gnomes in rusty red and gold - Alfred Noyes "Linnaeus"
The long sorrow of the color red - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Small Vases from Hebron"
Like a red thirst - Mary Oliver "The Deer"
Saw the red fox asleep - Mary Oliver "Fox"
Little flowers made from red tape - Matthew Olzmann "Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czesław Miłosz"
As the red impatiens wither and brown - January Gill O'Neil "The Blower of Leaves"
The red rose is a falcon - John Boyle O'Reilly "The White Rose"
A red rose for my helmet - John Oxenham "The Word that Was Left Unsaid"
The water that flows blue but runs red - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"
To dress all in red and blood - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"
A place of unimagined reds and golds - Linda Pastan "All Nights"
The creases between the red light and the green - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"
Sweet taboo silhouetted against red temptation - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"
Nets of red teas and spiny shoes in the dark - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"
Don't go into the realm of red dust - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson
Red dust coats the mirror's green bronze - Po Chu'i "Feelings Wakened by a Mirror" transl. by Burton Watson
Tie a red flannel string around your waist - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"
With all her makeup shades of gray and red - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"
Red soil to nurture escaping blessings in dryness - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "With a third eye, I see the catastrophe"
Bloom red & pink from my back - Khadijah Queen "Something About the Way I Am Made Is Not Made"
Nor the red tear nor the reflect tower abides - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Upon Eckington Bridge, River Avon"
Made red by the comet's flare - Herbert Randall "The Derelict"
This hollow at the red pith of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"
As a fierce red spider on a burning thread - Lola Ridge "Jude"
Red flag waving over Spartacus - Lola Ridge "Red Flag"
The rain will rust it red - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
Like a red rose rinsed with rain - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
Roses, too, both red and pink - James Whitcombe Riley "The Lovely Child"
Our spears have a vision of red - Theodore Roberts "The Spears of Kan-Mar"
The red glowing heat of their footsteps - Amy H. Robinson "Follow You"
Red and gold strike down the twilight dim - Rennell Rodd "In Chartres Cathedral"
And the whole red tragedy over again - Rennell Rodd "In the Coliseum"
Wearing wild red roses on her tongue - Alison Rumfitt "Romance of Possible Contrasts"
Red russet shoes that poison the feet - Lauren Russell "Descent" [selection]
Steadied on the red reserve of its bloodstream - Nnadi Samuel "On the Shores of Ninevah"
Searches far sometimes into the red dust - Carl Sandburg "The Answer"
A red yell and a purple prayer - Carl Sandburg "Aztec Mask"
Roses rise with red rain-memories - Carl Sandburg "Follies"
Spatter a few red drops for history to remember - Carl Sandburg "I am the People, the Mob"
A few red drops for history to remember - Carl Sandburg "I Am the People, the Mob"
Heard three red words - Carl Sandburg "Threes"
And the red wrongs she has done - Carl Sandburg "Washerwoman"
A red poppy gone up to the sky - Reg Saner "The Red Poppy"
Build separate homes from red tag items - Janice Lobo Sapigao "HomeGoods"
Red noise for a blue message - Holly J. Schaeffer-Raymond "Excerpts from Sign & Grudge"
Red sumac stains on their hands - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #56"
Glowing all around with red roses - Fritz Schnack "One Morning" transl. by William Saphier
Speaks in hieroglyphs of red - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"
Omens cryptic & golden, poisoned & red - Ann K. Schwader "Wind Shift"
Welling back from the raw, red dawn of life - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"
Open to show red lipstick - Brenda Shaughnessy "Nachtraglichkeit"
With red serpent on the water - Taras Shevchenko "The Night of Taras" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter
The red stain on the ceiling - Charles Simic "At the Vacancy Sign"
One of death's juggling red balls - Charles Simic "The Initiate"
The leaping of the red squirrel - May Sinclair "The Dark Night (XVIII)"
Red upon the forefront of the north - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"
Crossing bones scattered in the red dirt ditch - Cathy Song "Waialua"
A red eye at the telescope's far tapering - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Those last red relics of departing light - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"
Altars of the buried sun made red - George Sterling "Duandon"
Red and gold of sunset wines - George Sterling "The Pathway"
Catches tigers in red weather - Wallace Stevens "Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock"
The brown at the bottom of red - Wallace Stevens "The Green Plant"
The red torch of the day - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"
Pirated the redness of the sun - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 84: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley
The red moons wane to white - Algernon Charles Swinburne "August"
Shadows of candles flickering red - Arthur Sze "Python Skin"
Beyond white drill and red ink - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"
Replicant echoes in red earth and Tesla coils - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"
Coveting the drenched red peonies - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Danced in a red smoke of dreams - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Our red ambitions burn - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Red with the promise of fortune - Natasha Trethewey "Native Guard"
For a brave, red wave of sound - Louis Untermeyer "In a Strange City"
Rode red hordes of anger - Louis Untermeyer "Sunday"
The red of the unseen blaze - Gustavo Alberto Garcia Vaca "Had Been There"
At every seam red gold shone through - "Valdemar and Tove (A)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
A brand new hot red myth cycle - Catherynne M. Valente "Mouse Koan"
A mirror-creature in a red dress - Catherynne M. Valente "Mouse Koan"
True amid the red instant - Emily van Kley "Premises"
Fields of flax and of osiers red - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell
Red is only black remembering - Ocean Vuong "Daily Bread"
Whittled down to a single red trip wire - Ocean Vuong "Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong"
The sulphurous clouds of war dyed red in lurid light - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
That redder rain on bloody Marston Moor - "The Watchword" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]
Whiter than silk and redder than thread - Jessica P. Wick "How Wizards Duel"
For blood and wine are red - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"
Under a cloud of red, stolen feathers - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"
Red cradle of the night - William Carlos Williams "Portent"
Before the red star strikes again - Humbert Wolfe "Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton"
Cornucopias which spill fruits red and purple - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"
Half the world in one red bonfire - Francis Brett Young "Slender Themes"
With the red insurgence of the vine - Francis Brett Young "To Lydia Lopokova: Her Variety"
Losing the red thread - Matthew Zapruder "Luna My Captive"
Who breathe under the red ash - Veronica Zondek "cold fire 4" transl. by Katherine Silver
Blood-Red.
Advertise a propensity for dark-red - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"
Some flame-red salamander pirouetting - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Stands alone in its iron-red power - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Uluru"
The leaf-red fire warmed no one's hands - Ellen Kushner "Gwydion's Loss of Llew"
And all the rivers run poison-red - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"
raw-red from offering white flags - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"
Before they made the red carpet shine - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"
Weighed down with many a red-cheeked little Cain - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"
Hurl in space a red-eyed star - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"
The red-foamed riot of delirious strife - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"
Under old, red-fruited yews - Lionel Johnson "Laleham"
Red-glazed candles of petition - Audre Lorde "The Night-Blooming Jasmine"
a burglar caught red-handed - Valzhyna Mort "crossword"
Better grasp the red-hot steel, than touch another's gold - A.L.O.E. "Ragged Boy's Hymn"
Fingers of red-hot steel - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"
Teetering on red-lacquered stems - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"
An angel lit by a red-light district - Shannan Mann "In Hell"
Red-mouthed storms behind them - George Martin "Montreal Carnival Sports"
Burnt to red-purple in the cup - H.D. "Prisoners"
Jagged as a red-rose thorn - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"
Behind the rich silence of red-running sunsets - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"
A bridge redshifts toward oblivion - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"
Little flowers made from red tape - Matthew Olzmann "Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czesław Miłosz"
A rust-red share in an empty furrow - Algernon Swinburne "Sorrow"
The savage eyes salt-reddened - John Masefield "The Watch Below"
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A red rose just before it's dipped in liquid nitrogen - Duane Ackerson "Operation Macbeth"
From the ashes of red spider lilies - Jeff William Acosta "Call Out My Name"
Dark red circles filled with dust - Harold Acton "Green grow the Rushes, O"
And birth fields of wild red milkweed - Liz Adair "Dragon in the E.R."
The mind's red line - Stephanie Adams-Santos "from Xibalba [Outside the water sings]"
A red river the sun must ford - Carl Adamshick "Our flag"
Thick with red steam and basil - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Bread, wind and red tomatoes - Daisy Aldan "Women at Windows"
Held the saturnalia of Red Death - Thomas Bailey Aldrich "The Last Caesar"
Tenderness under the blown red wing - Meena Alexander "Darling Coffee"
Green jacket, red cap, and white owl's feather - William Allingham "The Fairies"
Marks the reddened feet of the Followers of Lot - Nada Almosa "Queer Arab Dictionary"
Earth's reddest vintage of blood - "The Angels of War" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.2, Feb. 1864]
Covered with lichens red and gray - Auguste Angellier "The Old Bridge" transl. by Henry van Dyke
Around our wrists one long, red string - Diannely Antigua "Blessing the Baby"
To bear the red rose company - Anonymous ballad "Babylon"
The red clay of Macon dusting his bones - Peter Balakian "Little Richard"
The red shafts quench their rage - Benjamin West Ball "MDCCCXLVIII-IX"
Dim his red nocturnal torch - Benjamin West Ball "Morning"
Wrists twined with a red thread of electricity - Mary Jo Bang "The Ana of Bliss"
Where Sisyphus opened his red leather diary - Mary Jo Bang "I Could Have Been Better"
A veil on red music - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 3. The Nerve Fibers"
Put to shame the white rose and the red - Maurice Baring "Vita Nuova"
Red feud and ravage of saber tooth and claw - William Francis Barnard "The Hymn of Labor"
The stir of something red - Elizabeth Bartlett "Afternoon of a Journey"
The earth bled till the moon shone red - Elizabeth Bartlett "The Barren Fig Tree"
red as a ripe warm plum - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"
red for something velvet deep - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"
a vivid red each time - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"
less temperamental than red - Elizabeth Bartlett "time is a palette"
trees with roots of red - Elizabeth Bartlett "whatever else may be"
In glass beneath my seals of red - Charles Baudelaire "The Soul of Wine" transl. not credited
Throw the red flag down - Jan Beatty "Drag"
Thousands of footprints stamped in the red sand - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"
Never gave consent to those red days of massacre - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"
The thick red sorrow of sunsets - Paul Bernstein "After Hours"
Red claws to clutch and gills to gasp - Leah Bobet "Full Fathom Five"
With cunning promises of red - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
Their shamefaced grays and reds - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
A red cloth over your etched face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Pastels"
Soldier wrapped in linen and thick red noise - Bruce Boston & Marge Simon "Ajax Redux"
Amid his red and reeling priests - William Lisle Bowles "Banwell Hill: Part Second"
Burning in the sun's red fire - Thomas Boyd "Love on the Mountain"
This red sound of wolves coming - William Brewer "Relapse Psalm"
My black anger made red - Jericho Brown "A Young Man"
A red and tender radiance - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Vision of Poets"
In His red anger seize thee - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"
Dyed with the red wounds of fear - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"
Our paper house sat on the banks of the red river - Nicole Callihan "Fable"
Crumbled in one red crucible - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Last Prayer"
In Passion's red arrayed - Ethna Carbery "Mea Culpa"
Across the red vapours descending - Giosue Carducci "On a Saint Peter's Eve" transl. by Frank Sewall
Showers red rain on the shining way - Edward Carpenter "In a Canoe"
The red wound wailing in the air - Ken Chen "Fingernails"
Red hells and golden heavens - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"
In the red heavens of hell - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"
When William Carlos' red wheelbarrow transforms - G. O. Clark "American Poetry 101 Mashup" [William Carlos Williams]
My angel with one red eye - CR Colby "The Last Punk Rock Band in the Zombie Apocalypse"
The red candles of garden brambles - Hilda Conkling "Poems"
Fled from the red destroyer - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"
Through the red rains rising - Eleanor Rogers Cox "Death of Cuchulain"
And all of the front rank red - Nathalia Crane "The Roll of the Roses"
Listed red as ruin - Nathalia Crane "The Vestal"
To let a red sword of virtue plunge into my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"
Many red devils ran from my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"
Keep one red tower in sight - Arthur Shearly Cripps "Essex"
Which we wrung from the the red jaws of hell - Crosscut, 16th Battalion, AIF "How I Won the V.C." [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Red wells too deep to bring up tears - Jennifer Crow "Mathematics"
Baskets of bright berries and red marmalade - Cynthia Cruz "Hotel Berlin"
Flaunt a red flower in the face of time - Countee Cullen "To You Who Read My Book"
And the red seed of the red vervain - H.D. "Simaetha"
Sing to me out of my red fuchsia tree - Charles Dalmon "O What if the Fowler"
The bitter-sweet red lees again - T.A. Daly "To a Thrush"
A prayer book tinted with red sorrow - Jim Daniels "Last Picked"
The stain of rich red wine - Eugene A. Davidson "The Swift and Sharp-tongued Flame of Death"
Red tide strangling Florida's shore - Teri Ellen Cross Davis "Migraines have their say"
The maple's loom is red - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XLVII: Summer's Obsequies"
Red sunbeam athwart the withered leaf - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Melts the red light of the sun - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
The bergamot's red blossom leans the stilly stream across - Ignatius L. Donnelly "The Forest Fountain" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
That reddened all the hours - Jeanne d'Orge "Memories"
Emperor of this red domain - Edward Dowden "La Revelation par le Desert"
That red flower of memory - Edward Dowden "Memorials of Travel VIII: On the Pier of Boulogne"
Red as first love's heart - Carol Ann Duffy "The Woman Who Shopped"
The Red Sea of mine own passion - Helen Parry Eden "A Prayer for St Innocent's Day"
A road of red clover opens - JJJJJerome Ellis "Before Stuttering"
Lands of lapis and red carnelian - Enheduana "The Hymn to Inana" transl. by Sophus Helle
Red river surge of time - Heid E. Erdich "Blood Chimera"
Red blood of hunger - Heid E. Erdich "Vial"
Red against the north wind - Heid E. Erdich "Wilsah kote: The Burnt Wood People"
Sealed my red heart's inmost core - Anthony Euwer "The Sequoia Gigantia"
Red ivy iron fire and the brick blossoms florid - Eve L. Ewing "I come from the fire city"
The red sun eats the bungalows - Eve L. Ewing "I come from the fire city"
lights pinning red over white snow - Charles Coleman Finlay "Accidental Series"
Robed in red and sea-lilies - James Elroy Flecker "The Dying Patriot"
And paints the shadows green and red - James Elroy Flecker "The Gates of Damascus"
Cutting its pathway slow and red and deep - James Elroy Flecker "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"
The children of thunder, red smoke and shells - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Tuccenen A"
For the hour of the red battle-harvest - Gilbert Frankau "A Song of the Guns"
The red altars of a crumbling world - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"
With many red and golden fluttering things - Zona Gale "Ballade of Old Perfumes"
All the red of east and west - Zona Gale "A Meeting"
Yawning red and wide - Zona Gale "Violin"
One day when blades are red - Theodosia Garrison "The Victor"
Orange, and red, all fringed with golden light - Ilsien Nathalie Gaylord "The Fairies' Ball"
Redder and redder burns the rose - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"
As strontium red and shot silver explode - Ian Goh "Firework"
The red sparks in my heart - Rigoberto Gonzalez "The Bordercrosser's Pillowbook"
Reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire - Thomas Gray "On the Death of Richard West"
The round red sun is the door - Kate Greenaway "Which Is the Way to Somewhere Town?"
The red tides of thanksgiving - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Caliph and the Beggar"
With the red might of centuries - Louise Imogen Guiney "The Wooing Pine"
And the red lightnings threaten - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"
And the red dust settles on my head - Han-Shan "[Have I a body or have I none?]" transl. by Burton Watson
When reddest flowers are black - Thomas Hardy "The Garden Seat"
Red and blue flowers in the wheat - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XXXIV"
Through golden temples, portals red - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XL"
March toward battles red - Sadakichi Hartmann "My Rubaiyat XLIV"
Reds magnificent with death - William Ernest Henley "Hawthorn and Lavender: Praeludium"
Sent me three red carnations - Nazim Hikmet "Thing I Didn't Know I Loved" transl. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk
Red's arid shadow on the other side - Brenda Hillman "A Short Rhyme for Amiri Baraka"
Red earth and a hawthorne hedge - Florence Hoatson "Summer Picture"
And he is crowned with the red, red gold - "Holger Danske and Stout Didrik" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
Red poppies grown with corn - Thomas Hood "Ruth"
Roses red as an angry dawn - Aldous Huxley "Variations on a Theme of LaForgue"
And laughed against the red - "In Hebrid Seas"
Red Republicans settling with sin - "Intervention" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]
The partridge red with blood of the hawk - Muhammad Iqbal "The Secrets of the Self"
A sheaf of red cloth soaked in rain - John James "Scarecrow"
Red towers on the slopes of snow - Robinson Jeffers "Contrast"
Red ash of the dark solstice - Robinson Jeffers "Salmon-Fishing"
Energy in the earth's arteries beating red - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"
Red with the death of Achilles - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Achilles' Heel"
The air is a red drum - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Other Women's Children"
From a vision red with war - Fenton Johnson "The New Day"
Red shall the cornfields ripen - Lionel Johnson "Enthusiasts"
With autumn grows on red ripe apples - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"
Over the red corn grounds - Lionel Johnson "Hill and Vale"
Red wreckage of the rose - Lionel Johnson "In England"
Play in a red moon's dance - Lionel Johnson "In England"
Fruits redden to their dawn - Lionel Johnson "In England"
Red Wind of blight and blood - Lionel Johnson "The Red Wind"
Red Wind of burning death - Lionel Johnson "The Red Wind"
Red is a secret in the trees - Taylor Johnson "Art Movie"
Red is at the end of black - Saeed Jones "Boy Found Inside a Wolf"
Red rose petals scattered everywhere - Zilka Joseph "Eliyahoo Hanabi"
Heiress of red embers - Bettina Judd "Not My Ancestors"
The red eyes of a friend you cursed - Mary Karr "All This and More"
When the red flags fly in London - Roz Kaveney "Twelve Steampunk Sonnets: Conspiracy Theory"
The red bird inside my chest - Donika Kelly "Red Bird"
The red brick canvas holding us both - Candice M. Kelsey "Ave, Verum Corpus"
With a needle of long red flint - D.H. Lawrence "He-Goat"
On the shadow's dark red rim - D.H. Lawrence "The Red Wolf"
Fretted with burning stones, and trellised with red gold - Emma Lazarus "Fog"
The red, dark year is dead - Emma Lazarus "The New Year"
With glowing spokes of red - Richard Le Gallienne "Sunset in the City"
War's red and lurid planet - Eugene Lee-Hamilton "An Ode of the Tuscan Shore"
A red pavilion beyond the rain - Li Shang-yin "Spring Rain" transl. by Burton Watson
The sun a red wheel - Li T'ai-Po "The Battle to the South of the City" translated by Florence Ayscough and adapted by Amy Lowell
Red eyes burning back in the mirror - Gary Copeland Lilley "Alpha Zulu"
With a red and royal intoxication - Vachel Lindsay "The Firemen's Ball"
Of red birds and constellations tucked behind clouds - P. H. Low "Ode"
Red like the wine of your heart - Amy Lowell "Crowned"
Like red wine and honey - Amy Lowell "A Decade"
A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass - Amy Lowell "J--K Huysmans"
With a rose's red heart's tide - James Russell Lowell "The Singing Leaves"
Where the bayonets gleam and the red tides flow - Anne C. Lynch "The Battle of Life" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]
As she culls the blood red rose - E.M. "Part II. The Garden of Sleep"
Wove in red for every deed - Alice C. MacDonell "The Weaving of the Tartan"
a river borne red from the rock - Jennifer Mace "Morphology"
Red lightning through my blood - James Clarence Mangan "Dark Rosaleen"
Has neither rose nor red nor gold - Jeannette Marks "Calendar"
Scarved with red symbols of pride - Don Marquis "Early Autumn"
Drink deep of the red mirth - Don Marquis "This Is Another Day"
Purple bramble reddening into blaze - John Masefield "King Cole"
With the strong red wine of His mirth - John Masefield "Laugh and Be Merry"
Red knowledge of a window flung wide - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"
The red, lurid wreckage of the sunset - John Masefield "On Eastnor Knoll"
Red herds of sullen cattle drifting - John Masefield "The River"
Like banners of royal red - Theodore Maynard "The Boaster"
Where the lakes of Hell burn red - Theodore Maynard "Gratitude"
A boundless wall of red - John McCrae "The Unconquered Dead"
Red dance of my opened fist - Jeffrey McDaniel "Jonathan"
The thorn of our red love - Arch Alfred McKillen "Lone Cello"
Blurred as in red mirror moons - Cecilia Meireles "The Dead Horse" transl. by James Merrill
Their red and golden physique of sly heat - Joanne Merriam "First Contact"
Red carnations burning in the sun - Charlotte Mew "Madeleine in Church"
The ghosts of reddened swords - Charlotte Mew "The Quiet House"
Red is the strangest pain to bear - Charlotte Mew "The Quiet House"
Red needles marking air with rust - Claire Millikin "Dress Like a Girl"
Gathering red fibers in a squashed hell - Tyler Mills "ectopic"
That blue that never bled to red - Matthew Minicucci "Nostalgia"
Slips red thread around its spool - Janice Mirikitani "For a Daughter Who Leaves"
And the storm's red rack in the sky is burning - Harriet Monroe "Hope"
A shrine of cloudy fire flamed redly awful - Robert Montgomery "Vision of Heaven" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.12 no.337, Oct. 25, 1828]
A red noise of bones - Simone Muench "Wolf Centos"
Two red shadows falling - Simone Muench "Wolf Centos"
In red mirror moons - Simone Muench "Wolf Centos"
Red with redundance of blood - "My Dark Rosaleen" transl. by James Clarence Mangan
For the liberating will of red flags - Pablo Neruda "Come with Me" transl. by Teresa Anderson
The red resume of hazel trees - Pablo Neruda "The Frontier (1904)" transl. by Jack Schmitt
Burning rain over the red earth - Pablo Neruda "Mexican Serenade" transl. by Alastair Reid
Punctuated by red flowers like burns - Pablo Neruda "Winter Garden" transl. by William O'Daly
Dragons flying in a red light - Mari Ness "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Dragon"
War's red rose sprang blooming - "New-England's Advance" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]
Through the red sea of the carnage - "New-England's Advance" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.6, June 1862]
Unanswered red garnet - Hoa Nguyen "Overseas Vietnamese"
Dashing the red gourd of light - Hoa Nguyen "She Leads with Flower Wands"
Into the Terror's hot red tiger-mouth - Alfred Noyes "Lamarck, Lavoisier, and Ninety-Three"
Gnomes in rusty red and gold - Alfred Noyes "Linnaeus"
The long sorrow of the color red - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Small Vases from Hebron"
Like a red thirst - Mary Oliver "The Deer"
Saw the red fox asleep - Mary Oliver "Fox"
Little flowers made from red tape - Matthew Olzmann "Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czesław Miłosz"
As the red impatiens wither and brown - January Gill O'Neil "The Blower of Leaves"
The red rose is a falcon - John Boyle O'Reilly "The White Rose"
A red rose for my helmet - John Oxenham "The Word that Was Left Unsaid"
The water that flows blue but runs red - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"
To dress all in red and blood - Eva Papasoulioti "Red Rite"
A place of unimagined reds and golds - Linda Pastan "All Nights"
The creases between the red light and the green - Marisca Pichette "Are You a Good Witch"
Sweet taboo silhouetted against red temptation - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"
Nets of red teas and spiny shoes in the dark - Terese Mason Pierre "'Streets,' by Persephone"
Don't go into the realm of red dust - Po Chu'i "Better Come Drink Wine with Me" transl. by Burton Watson
Red dust coats the mirror's green bronze - Po Chu'i "Feelings Wakened by a Mirror" transl. by Burton Watson
Tie a red flannel string around your waist - Minnie Bruce Pratt "Red String"
With all her makeup shades of gray and red - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"
Red soil to nurture escaping blessings in dryness - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "With a third eye, I see the catastrophe"
Bloom red & pink from my back - Khadijah Queen "Something About the Way I Am Made Is Not Made"
Nor the red tear nor the reflect tower abides - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Upon Eckington Bridge, River Avon"
Made red by the comet's flare - Herbert Randall "The Derelict"
This hollow at the red pith of fire - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"
As a fierce red spider on a burning thread - Lola Ridge "Jude"
Red flag waving over Spartacus - Lola Ridge "Red Flag"
The rain will rust it red - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
Like a red rose rinsed with rain - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
Roses, too, both red and pink - James Whitcombe Riley "The Lovely Child"
Our spears have a vision of red - Theodore Roberts "The Spears of Kan-Mar"
The red glowing heat of their footsteps - Amy H. Robinson "Follow You"
Red and gold strike down the twilight dim - Rennell Rodd "In Chartres Cathedral"
And the whole red tragedy over again - Rennell Rodd "In the Coliseum"
Wearing wild red roses on her tongue - Alison Rumfitt "Romance of Possible Contrasts"
Red russet shoes that poison the feet - Lauren Russell "Descent" [selection]
Steadied on the red reserve of its bloodstream - Nnadi Samuel "On the Shores of Ninevah"
Searches far sometimes into the red dust - Carl Sandburg "The Answer"
A red yell and a purple prayer - Carl Sandburg "Aztec Mask"
Roses rise with red rain-memories - Carl Sandburg "Follies"
Spatter a few red drops for history to remember - Carl Sandburg "I am the People, the Mob"
A few red drops for history to remember - Carl Sandburg "I Am the People, the Mob"
Heard three red words - Carl Sandburg "Threes"
And the red wrongs she has done - Carl Sandburg "Washerwoman"
A red poppy gone up to the sky - Reg Saner "The Red Poppy"
Build separate homes from red tag items - Janice Lobo Sapigao "HomeGoods"
Red noise for a blue message - Holly J. Schaeffer-Raymond "Excerpts from Sign & Grudge"
Red sumac stains on their hands - Elizabeth Schmuhl "Premonitions: #56"
Glowing all around with red roses - Fritz Schnack "One Morning" transl. by William Saphier
Speaks in hieroglyphs of red - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"
Omens cryptic & golden, poisoned & red - Ann K. Schwader "Wind Shift"
Welling back from the raw, red dawn of life - Robert W. Service "The Atavist"
Open to show red lipstick - Brenda Shaughnessy "Nachtraglichkeit"
With red serpent on the water - Taras Shevchenko "The Night of Taras" transl. by Alexander Jardine Hunter
The red stain on the ceiling - Charles Simic "At the Vacancy Sign"
One of death's juggling red balls - Charles Simic "The Initiate"
The leaping of the red squirrel - May Sinclair "The Dark Night (XVIII)"
Red upon the forefront of the north - Clark Ashton Smith "Saturn"
Crossing bones scattered in the red dirt ditch - Cathy Song "Waialua"
A red eye at the telescope's far tapering - A.E. Stallings "Eurydice's Footnote"
Those last red relics of departing light - George Sterling "An Altar of the West"
Altars of the buried sun made red - George Sterling "Duandon"
Red and gold of sunset wines - George Sterling "The Pathway"
Catches tigers in red weather - Wallace Stevens "Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock"
The brown at the bottom of red - Wallace Stevens "The Green Plant"
The red torch of the day - Alfred B. Street "The Bell Owl"
Pirated the redness of the sun - Surdas "Sur's Ocean 84: The Pangs and Politics of Love" transl. by John Stratton Hawley
The red moons wane to white - Algernon Charles Swinburne "August"
Shadows of candles flickering red - Arthur Sze "Python Skin"
Beyond white drill and red ink - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"
Replicant echoes in red earth and Tesla coils - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"
Coveting the drenched red peonies - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Danced in a red smoke of dreams - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Our red ambitions burn - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Red with the promise of fortune - Natasha Trethewey "Native Guard"
For a brave, red wave of sound - Louis Untermeyer "In a Strange City"
Rode red hordes of anger - Louis Untermeyer "Sunday"
The red of the unseen blaze - Gustavo Alberto Garcia Vaca "Had Been There"
At every seam red gold shone through - "Valdemar and Tove (A)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
A brand new hot red myth cycle - Catherynne M. Valente "Mouse Koan"
A mirror-creature in a red dress - Catherynne M. Valente "Mouse Koan"
True amid the red instant - Emily van Kley "Premises"
Fields of flax and of osiers red - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell
Red is only black remembering - Ocean Vuong "Daily Bread"
Whittled down to a single red trip wire - Ocean Vuong "Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong"
The sulphurous clouds of war dyed red in lurid light - E. A. Warriner "Battle of the Wilderness" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
That redder rain on bloody Marston Moor - "The Watchword" [The Continental Monthly v.1 no.2, Feb. 1862]
Whiter than silk and redder than thread - Jessica P. Wick "How Wizards Duel"
For blood and wine are red - Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"
Under a cloud of red, stolen feathers - Jameka Williams "Self-Care is a Psy-Op"
Red cradle of the night - William Carlos Williams "Portent"
Before the red star strikes again - Humbert Wolfe "Shylock Reasons with Mr. Chesterton"
Cornucopias which spill fruits red and purple - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"
Half the world in one red bonfire - Francis Brett Young "Slender Themes"
With the red insurgence of the vine - Francis Brett Young "To Lydia Lopokova: Her Variety"
Losing the red thread - Matthew Zapruder "Luna My Captive"
Who breathe under the red ash - Veronica Zondek "cold fire 4" transl. by Katherine Silver
Blood-Red.
Advertise a propensity for dark-red - Crystal Sidell "The Truth About Doppelgangers"
Some flame-red salamander pirouetting - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Stands alone in its iron-red power - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Uluru"
The leaf-red fire warmed no one's hands - Ellen Kushner "Gwydion's Loss of Llew"
And all the rivers run poison-red - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"
raw-red from offering white flags - Elliott Dunstan "Inherited Battlefield"
Before they made the red carpet shine - Ishmael Reed "Skin Tight"
Weighed down with many a red-cheeked little Cain - Leonora Speyer "The Story as I Understand It"
Hurl in space a red-eyed star - James H. Cousins "The Blind Father"
The red-foamed riot of delirious strife - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "The Torch"
Under old, red-fruited yews - Lionel Johnson "Laleham"
Red-glazed candles of petition - Audre Lorde "The Night-Blooming Jasmine"
a burglar caught red-handed - Valzhyna Mort "crossword"
Better grasp the red-hot steel, than touch another's gold - A.L.O.E. "Ragged Boy's Hymn"
Fingers of red-hot steel - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"
Teetering on red-lacquered stems - John Gould Fletcher "Green Symphony"
An angel lit by a red-light district - Shannan Mann "In Hell"
Red-mouthed storms behind them - George Martin "Montreal Carnival Sports"
Burnt to red-purple in the cup - H.D. "Prisoners"
Jagged as a red-rose thorn - Nikki Grimes "On Bully Patrol"
Behind the rich silence of red-running sunsets - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"
A bridge redshifts toward oblivion - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"
Little flowers made from red tape - Matthew Olzmann "Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czesław Miłosz"
A rust-red share in an empty furrow - Algernon Swinburne "Sorrow"
The savage eyes salt-reddened - John Masefield "The Watch Below"
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