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A fiction of poppies and idolatry - Zaina Alsous "Description de l'Egypte"

Poppy flowers, with leaves of lotus blended - Auguste Angellier "The Garland of Sleep" transl. by Henry van Dyke

with poppies in the sun - Elizabeth Bartlett "the now and here"

And paint with poppied words - Lucius Beebe "Corydon"

The harsh taste of white poppies - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Where poppies heap the marble vats - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Gave poppies to the dragon - Terry Blackhawk "Medea--Garland of Fire"

No more tongue to tell of the poppy - Giorgiomaria Cornelio "La specia storta (The Bent Species)" transl. by Moira Egan

Break no pledge to the poppies - Nathalia Crane "The Roll of the Roses"

The poppy half in sorrow - Arthur S. Cripps "The Seasons' Comfort"

while a bee dozes on the poppies - E. E. Cummings "Songs (II)"

The poppies vested choir - Michael Earls, S.J. "An Autumn Rose-Tree"

Nature will gather like sleeping poppies - Carol Frost "Circus City"

Between the poppies' barren fires - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson "Notre Dame de la Belle-Verriere"

The night is a black poppy - Ben Hecht "Sorrow"

Red poppies grown with corn - Thomas Hood "Ruth"

Borgia fair the poppy is - Scharmel Iris "Fantasy of Dusk and Dawn"

How the fleet, lithe poppies ran - Helen Hunt Jackson "Poppies on the Wheat"

Unbroken field of poppy and lupin - Robinson Jeffers "Carmel Point"

Obscured by poppies, hearts, and deers - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "Last Best Niche"

Witness the fury of poppies - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"

The poppy's blocky skeleton - Susan Landers "Holly Says Sobriety Is Paying Attention"

Raised on poison oak and poppies - Ada Limon "Territory"

Like midnight poppies - Vachel Lindsay "The Firemen's Ball"

Where poppies bloom for miles - Vachel Lindsay "Shantung, or the Empire of China Is Crumbling Down"

In trances such as poppies give - James Russell Lowell "Endymion"

This poppy formed of flame - Isabel Ecclestone Mackay "Time's Garden"

Poppies with cups for dew - Jeannette Marks "To Some Flowers"

Shone as poppies in the wheat - Theodore Maynard "Gratitude"

While the poppies' petals flagged - Sandra McPherson "Poppies"

In the bloody silk of the poppy - Pablo Neruda "The Book of Questions: XXXIX" transl. by William O'Daly

The metaphysics covered with poppies - Pablo Neruda "I Explain a Few Things [Residence on Earth]" transl. by Galway Kinnell

Poppies and forgotten gods - Pablo Neruda "Mexican Serenade" transl. by Alastair Reid

In the shape of dark poppies - Pablo Neruda "Phantom" translated by Donald D. Walsh

The living poppy above the broken light - Pablo Neruda "Song on the Death and Resurrection of Luis Companys" translated by Donald D. Walsh

Through fields of poppied wheat - Alfred Noyes "Lamarck and Buffon"

Plucking poppies for your slumber - Dorothy Parker "Rainy Night"

As to the heart of a poppy seed - Lola Ridge "Firehead part I: He 3: The Light"

Like the ebb of poppies - Lola Ridge "Iron Wine"

Crowned me with such pretty poppies - Arthur Rimbaud "A Season in Hell" transl. by Bertrand Mathieu

A red poppy gone up to the sky - Reg Saner "The Red Poppy"

On the poppy slopes of hell - Frederick George Scott "Natura Victrix"

Fluttering skirts of opium poppies - Diane Seuss "I Have Lived My Whole Life in a Painting Called Paradise"

Poppies, by every wind undone - "She Defines Her Position" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.6, Nov. 1863]

Autumn poppies bloom and die - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Lover"

Ruby poppies embossed across the handle - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"

Her poppies dropped in flight - George Sterling "Hesperian"

In summer's poppied heat - M. Letitia Stockett "Sacrament"

Wreathing love with poppies and with ashes - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"

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

Winds of the white poppy - William Carlos Williams "The Dark Day"


In the numbing poppy-juice found peace - Francis Brett Young "Dead Poets"


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