Potential Titles: Bed
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somethingdarkerAwake from a bed of silence - Conrad Aiken "Senlin: a Biography (Part I, Section II)"
Woe to gilt on an unclean bed - "Anthology of Jugoslav Poetry CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles
Who made the roots of trees his bed - Matthew Arnold "A Southern Night"
In bed forever with a lie - James Baldwin "A Lover's Question"
Bed was the highway that suited me - Mary Jo Bang "A Equals All of a Sudden"
Getting into a bed of flowers - Mary Jo Bang "The Opening"
Pin pricks in a watery bed sheet - Mary Jo Bang "When April Was Beginning, and End"
Drift round my bed like thistledown - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 II"
Empty grows every bed - John Berryman "Dream Song 1"
Cowers in its white fog bed - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier
A corner of sunlight on the bed - Sara Borjas "Decolonialish Self-Portrait"
The dog rising from its bed of dust - Julia Bouwsma "I Walk My Road at Dusk"
Rising, quits her restless bed - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"
The sweet solace is a river bed - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"
May the hearthstone of hell be their best bed - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"
Dashed upon its bed of stone - "The Cascade"
From the bed of Fancy's brook - Arthur Hugh Clough "Love and Reason"
Took a ghost to bed - Leonard Cohen "The Rebellion"
A bed of painter's hands - Brendan Constantine "This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball"
Of time upon the ocean's bed - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"
From the beds of dying streams - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"
Fragrant beds beneath the healing Pines - Danske Dandridge "Beneath the Pines"
Went to bed with a cold fact - Starr Davis "Today, God"
Like a bed for fairy flowers - Irving Sidney Dix "The Storm"
Pressed sage into a bed - Chris Dombrowski "Epithalamium"
Thorns and love in the roses' bed - Alice Dunbar-Nelson "Amid the Roses"
Makes trouble look like a feather bed - Cornelius Eady "I'm a Fool to Love You"
Bed of apple-branches & thyme - Carolina Ebeid "[You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior]"
Heap his bed with balsam boughs - William Hodgson Ellis "Maskinogewagaming"
The balsam and the hemlock afford us a bed - William Hodgson Ellis "The Wanderer's Song"
Dreams in her bed echoed - Heid E. Erdich "Microchimerism"
Had turned into beds for grenades and shells and shrapnel - Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto "In One Sentence"
Over your bed let the Yew-bough fall - Eleanor Farjeon "Six Green Singers"
Written over ancient oyster beds - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten III"
Taut with dew from garden bed to eaves - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"
Beds for splinters - Nikki Grimes "Lessons"
Stones for his captain's bed - Louise Imogen Guiney "A Chouan"
Old bones of lava beds - Joy Harjo "Nandia"
Along the gravel beds of the braided river - Ava Leavell Haymon "Festival of Lights"
To bed me down among my love's hideouts - Seamus Heaney "The Betrothal of Cavehill"
And hollow in the torrent's bed - Felicia Hemans "Alaric in Italy"
When the night climbs into my bed - Jackson Holbert "Poem with a Smoke Cloud Hanging in It"
In the bed of a river of poison - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"
On a bed of saffron sky - Sade Iverson "Eidolons"
A sheen of ice clarifies a gravel bed - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"
Augur somehow upwards from the gravel bed - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"
The dreary melody of bedded reeds - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"
A magic bed of sacred dittany - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"
Buried lie in purple beds of thyme - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Cover me with your everlasting arms]"
Do not build your bed on dictionaries - Jill Khoury "Sleep Hygiene"
Sweep the golden reed beds - Charles Kingsley "Ode to the Northeast Wind"
A ruin of fallen columns bedded on ice - Ted Kooser "The Celery Heart"
The bats dip and swarm over my bed - Keetje Kuipers "Across a Great Wilderness without You"
Its bed of ashes and sand - Dorianne Laux "Blossom"
Along the beds of awakened lilies - Stephen Leggett "Visiting a Greenhouse in Lent"
And Bacchus was put to bed snoring - Henry S. Leigh "The Olympic Ball"
Beds that couldn't hold our ordinary serviceable dreams - Philip Levine "A Walk with Tom Jefferson"
The soft, high bed of Peace - Li T'ai-Po "Songs of the Marches" translated by Florence Ayscough and adapted by Amy Lowell
Spilled you on the ancient sea bed - Kenji C. Liu "Gaman: Topaz Concentration Camp, Utah"
a Galatea in Python too cold to share a bed with - Caroline Mao "When My Father Reprograms My Mother {"
Drowsing on some bed of pansies - Don Marquis "Silvia"
That blunted the thorns of my bed - George Martin "Lines"
Friends that deserved a sweeter bed - John Masefield "Waste"
A bed full of boxes and glass - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"
How the bed is filled with weather - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"
Landmines in the garden bed - John McCarthy "Planting"
All the mice will find your bed - Gala Mukomolova "Vasya, in Bed"
Not a bed of thornless roses - Marilyn Nelson "The Baby Picture Guessing Game"
And honeysuckle in deep beds - Pablo Neruda "The Unburied Woman of Paita" transl. by Maria Jacketti
Sentiments sitting beside my bed - Frank O'Hara "Dolce Colloquio"
The beds of the clouds - Mary Oliver "From the Book of Time"
Citrus grows in the grove beneath my bed - Cait Weiss Orcutt "Single Kings of the Valley"
The stars fall out of bed - Andrew Fusek Peters "Tide and Seek"
Unmade bed of your customized hell - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 666"
Drawing him in to her bed of infinite recursion - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"
On his bed of straw and reeds - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"
Together in a common bed must sleep - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont
Before I lie down in bed with my coins and shroud - Alexandra Seidel "Seven Truths and the In-Between"
A single bed spinning in space - Brenda Shaughnessy "Why Is the Color of Snow?"
Made my bed in charnels - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"
A bed both wide and hollow - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Ballad of the Fairy Thorn-Tree"
Wrought our souls from the Tremadoc beds - Langdon Smith "Evolution"
The hemlock spread my fragrant bed - Alfred B. Street "At Rest"
Brine and honey in one bed - Muriel Stuart "Lady Hamilton"
With only the grass for bedding - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"
As my tears fill her bed - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]
Keeps the rain off my bed and mat - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Moving House, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson
The crimson beds of sleeping airs - Hugh Miller Thompson "Sleeping" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
A sparrow on the motel bed - Matthew Thorburn "An Annunciation"
Gray light on an unmade bed - Matthew Thorburn "Gray Light on an Unmade Bed"
Drowned voyagers from their beds - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"
Loose the storm-dogs from their bed - Helen Hay Whitney "Song [Sofly sighs the gracious wind]"
Between the beds of phlox - Francis Brett Young "The Rain-Bird"
The spindle puts the moon to bed - Cynthia Zarin "Sunday"
Folded in the bedclothes of night - R.B. Lemberg "In the Third Cycle"
Rises from bedrock hematite - Claire Millikin "The Incest Doll"
A goose arrives at his bedroom window - Dorothy Chan "Triple Sonnet for My Father's Pet Goose, Pigeon Wars, and Daddy Issues"
The bedside of the dying world - Diane Seuss "Poetry"
And bedtime brought the storm - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"
In the bedtime story she tells herself - Timothy Yu "Chinese Dream 61"
Deathbed shooting star - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
In a variety show of deathbed ways - Amy King "Ancient Sunlight"
To capture time on its deathbed - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "An infinite outing; or the cemetery"
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Always a sparrow flitting in the flowerbeds - Bartolo Cattafi "My Love, Don't Believe" transl. by Dana Gioia
Where reed-beds start and quiver - Francis Brett Young "The Gift"
The riverbed's washed dream of gold - Seamus Heaney "Come to the Bower"
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Woe to gilt on an unclean bed - "Anthology of Jugoslav Poetry CXV: Woes" transl. by J.W. Wiles
Who made the roots of trees his bed - Matthew Arnold "A Southern Night"
In bed forever with a lie - James Baldwin "A Lover's Question"
Bed was the highway that suited me - Mary Jo Bang "A Equals All of a Sudden"
Getting into a bed of flowers - Mary Jo Bang "The Opening"
Pin pricks in a watery bed sheet - Mary Jo Bang "When April Was Beginning, and End"
Drift round my bed like thistledown - Maurice Baring "Sonnets: 1913-1914 II"
Empty grows every bed - John Berryman "Dream Song 1"
Cowers in its white fog bed - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier
A corner of sunlight on the bed - Sara Borjas "Decolonialish Self-Portrait"
The dog rising from its bed of dust - Julia Bouwsma "I Walk My Road at Dusk"
Rising, quits her restless bed - Charlotte Bronte "Frances"
The sweet solace is a river bed - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"
May the hearthstone of hell be their best bed - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan "Dirge of O'Sullivan Bear"
Dashed upon its bed of stone - "The Cascade"
From the bed of Fancy's brook - Arthur Hugh Clough "Love and Reason"
Took a ghost to bed - Leonard Cohen "The Rebellion"
A bed of painter's hands - Brendan Constantine "This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball"
Of time upon the ocean's bed - James H. Cousins "Legend of the Blemished King"
From the beds of dying streams - Jennifer Crow "Summoning Stones"
Fragrant beds beneath the healing Pines - Danske Dandridge "Beneath the Pines"
Went to bed with a cold fact - Starr Davis "Today, God"
Like a bed for fairy flowers - Irving Sidney Dix "The Storm"
Pressed sage into a bed - Chris Dombrowski "Epithalamium"
Thorns and love in the roses' bed - Alice Dunbar-Nelson "Amid the Roses"
Makes trouble look like a feather bed - Cornelius Eady "I'm a Fool to Love You"
Bed of apple-branches & thyme - Carolina Ebeid "[You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior]"
Heap his bed with balsam boughs - William Hodgson Ellis "Maskinogewagaming"
The balsam and the hemlock afford us a bed - William Hodgson Ellis "The Wanderer's Song"
Dreams in her bed echoed - Heid E. Erdich "Microchimerism"
Had turned into beds for grenades and shells and shrapnel - Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto "In One Sentence"
Over your bed let the Yew-bough fall - Eleanor Farjeon "Six Green Singers"
Written over ancient oyster beds - Jennifer Elise Foerster "Osten III"
Taut with dew from garden bed to eaves - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"
Beds for splinters - Nikki Grimes "Lessons"
Stones for his captain's bed - Louise Imogen Guiney "A Chouan"
Old bones of lava beds - Joy Harjo "Nandia"
Along the gravel beds of the braided river - Ava Leavell Haymon "Festival of Lights"
To bed me down among my love's hideouts - Seamus Heaney "The Betrothal of Cavehill"
And hollow in the torrent's bed - Felicia Hemans "Alaric in Italy"
When the night climbs into my bed - Jackson Holbert "Poem with a Smoke Cloud Hanging in It"
In the bed of a river of poison - E.W. Hornung "The Ballad of Ensign Joy"
On a bed of saffron sky - Sade Iverson "Eidolons"
A sheen of ice clarifies a gravel bed - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"
Augur somehow upwards from the gravel bed - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"
The dreary melody of bedded reeds - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"
A magic bed of sacred dittany - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"
Buried lie in purple beds of thyme - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Cover me with your everlasting arms]"
Do not build your bed on dictionaries - Jill Khoury "Sleep Hygiene"
Sweep the golden reed beds - Charles Kingsley "Ode to the Northeast Wind"
A ruin of fallen columns bedded on ice - Ted Kooser "The Celery Heart"
The bats dip and swarm over my bed - Keetje Kuipers "Across a Great Wilderness without You"
Its bed of ashes and sand - Dorianne Laux "Blossom"
Along the beds of awakened lilies - Stephen Leggett "Visiting a Greenhouse in Lent"
And Bacchus was put to bed snoring - Henry S. Leigh "The Olympic Ball"
Beds that couldn't hold our ordinary serviceable dreams - Philip Levine "A Walk with Tom Jefferson"
The soft, high bed of Peace - Li T'ai-Po "Songs of the Marches" translated by Florence Ayscough and adapted by Amy Lowell
Spilled you on the ancient sea bed - Kenji C. Liu "Gaman: Topaz Concentration Camp, Utah"
a Galatea in Python too cold to share a bed with - Caroline Mao "When My Father Reprograms My Mother {"
Drowsing on some bed of pansies - Don Marquis "Silvia"
That blunted the thorns of my bed - George Martin "Lines"
Friends that deserved a sweeter bed - John Masefield "Waste"
A bed full of boxes and glass - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"
How the bed is filled with weather - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"
Landmines in the garden bed - John McCarthy "Planting"
All the mice will find your bed - Gala Mukomolova "Vasya, in Bed"
Not a bed of thornless roses - Marilyn Nelson "The Baby Picture Guessing Game"
And honeysuckle in deep beds - Pablo Neruda "The Unburied Woman of Paita" transl. by Maria Jacketti
Sentiments sitting beside my bed - Frank O'Hara "Dolce Colloquio"
The beds of the clouds - Mary Oliver "From the Book of Time"
Citrus grows in the grove beneath my bed - Cait Weiss Orcutt "Single Kings of the Valley"
The stars fall out of bed - Andrew Fusek Peters "Tide and Seek"
Unmade bed of your customized hell - Drew Pisarra "Sonnet 666"
Drawing him in to her bed of infinite recursion - Jonathan Price "My Infatuation with Chaos"
On his bed of straw and reeds - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"
Together in a common bed must sleep - Rainer Maria Rilke "Solitude" transl. by Jessie Lemont
Before I lie down in bed with my coins and shroud - Alexandra Seidel "Seven Truths and the In-Between"
A single bed spinning in space - Brenda Shaughnessy "Why Is the Color of Snow?"
Made my bed in charnels - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"
A bed both wide and hollow - Dora Sigerson Shorter "The Ballad of the Fairy Thorn-Tree"
Wrought our souls from the Tremadoc beds - Langdon Smith "Evolution"
The hemlock spread my fragrant bed - Alfred B. Street "At Rest"
Brine and honey in one bed - Muriel Stuart "Lady Hamilton"
With only the grass for bedding - Edmund Clarence Stedman "The Diamond Wedding"
As my tears fill her bed - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Complaint of Lisa" [inspired by Bocaccio's Decameron X.7]
Keeps the rain off my bed and mat - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Moving House, No.1" transl. by Burton Watson
The crimson beds of sleeping airs - Hugh Miller Thompson "Sleeping" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
A sparrow on the motel bed - Matthew Thorburn "An Annunciation"
Gray light on an unmade bed - Matthew Thorburn "Gray Light on an Unmade Bed"
Drowned voyagers from their beds - Jacqueline Allen Trimble "Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West"
Loose the storm-dogs from their bed - Helen Hay Whitney "Song [Sofly sighs the gracious wind]"
Between the beds of phlox - Francis Brett Young "The Rain-Bird"
The spindle puts the moon to bed - Cynthia Zarin "Sunday"
Folded in the bedclothes of night - R.B. Lemberg "In the Third Cycle"
Rises from bedrock hematite - Claire Millikin "The Incest Doll"
A goose arrives at his bedroom window - Dorothy Chan "Triple Sonnet for My Father's Pet Goose, Pigeon Wars, and Daddy Issues"
The bedside of the dying world - Diane Seuss "Poetry"
And bedtime brought the storm - Thomas Hardy "Trafalgar"
In the bedtime story she tells herself - Timothy Yu "Chinese Dream 61"
Deathbed shooting star - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
In a variety show of deathbed ways - Amy King "Ancient Sunlight"
To capture time on its deathbed - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "An infinite outing; or the cemetery"
Embed.
Always a sparrow flitting in the flowerbeds - Bartolo Cattafi "My Love, Don't Believe" transl. by Dana Gioia
Where reed-beds start and quiver - Francis Brett Young "The Gift"
The riverbed's washed dream of gold - Seamus Heaney "Come to the Bower"
Navigation Links:
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Go to Potential Titles: Furnishings/Furniture [category].
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