Potential Titles: Hang/Hung

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My body still hanging on the baptism - Leena Aboutaleb "Hijacked Interiors"

Houses hanging about the stars - Conrad Aiken "Senlin: a Biography (Part I, Section II)"

One hanging strand of cobweb - Conrad Aiken "Twilights, V"

Hanging from the tree of noontime - Francisco X. Alarcon "Summer Sun"

Where the foxglove hangs its bells - Thomas Bailey Aldrich "Echo-Song"

Hanging as eternal beauty - Maya Angelou "A Brave and Startling Truth"

To hang over Endymion's sleep - Matthew Arnold "Isolation: To Marguerite"

Hang on the shivering wind-swept year - Edwina Stanton Babcock "Song of Scarlet"

Only a thin veil hangs between - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"

And hang fresh wreaths round Newton's awful brow - Anna Laetitia Barbauld "Eighteen Hundred and Eleven"

Sun hanging from clothespin - Lou Barrett "Kore"

Hang your kisses on all my branches - Ellen Bass "Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur"

Darkness hangs our room with pendulums - Arna Bontemps "The Return"

And hang the longest feathers in my hair - Gordon Bottomley "King Lear's Wife"

Hang on the edge of to-morrow - William Stanley Braithwaite "Rhapsody"

Hangs the dew in every nodding cup - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Visible silence hanging in November winds - Anthony Butts "All Saints' Day"

Hangs crystalline on pillows of wind - Anthony Butts "Crystalline"

The clouds that hang above our coming years - Cora "A Thought of the Future" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Where the grey elder-thickets hang - Walter de la Mare "They Told Me"

Birdhouse hanging from a make-believe branch - Rebecca Kai Dotlich "Room of Imagination"

I hang in the undrenched intervals - Camille T. Dungy "There are these moments of permission"

Hangs on her emblem of belief - Heid E. Erdich "The Deep"

Our honeymoon hangs in the sky - Eleanor Farjeon "From an Old Garden"

The hangings woven all of rocks and mosses - E. Fonton "A Vigil with St. Louis" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

fetched with black rain and wild hanging gardens - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

hanging gardens frosted by albino crows - Robert Frazier and Andrew Joron "Cities in Fog"

Where hangs the fate of kings - S. Virginia French "The 'Still Small Voice'"

At the miracle hanging high - Ivor Gurney "After-Glow"

Silences that hang like Spanish moss - Conrad Hilberry "Loping Road"

Paintings hanging yet in memory's ghostly halls - E. Curtiss Hine "Christine" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Hang a ribbon above the water - Erin Coughlin Hollowell "Maria and Oceanus"

Wet trees hang above the walks - William D. Howells (uncredited) "The Old Homestead" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.40, Feb. 1861]

And bitterly hang on the flowerless air - Richard Hughes "The Image"

Emblem to hang in the future sky - Robinson Jeffers "Rock and Hawk"

Gales hang in the branches - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Soft incense hangs upon the boughs - John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"

Hangs on the brow of night - Fanny Kemble "A Farewell"

That o'er our shadowy earth hang brooding - Fanny Kemble "Lines Written at Night"

When all the noon hangs still - Archibald Lampman "At the Ferry"

The rounding noon hangs hard and white - Archibald Lampman "At the Ferry"

Where the bat hangs sleeping - D.H. Lawrence "St Matthew"

When the sun's arc hangs suspended - Yoon Ha Lee "Equinox"

The stars hang thick - Amy Lowell "Hora Stellatrix"

A trinket at your girdle hangs - Dorothea Mackellar "Reminder"

Hanging branches crowned her head with bays - Charles Mair "Innocence"

Spiders waltz hanging shrouds on the dried skeletons - Michael Marsh "Gargoyle Poems: Spiders Dance"

Whirlpool surrounded by ocean and hanging moss - Maya Marshall "Port of Entry"

Hangs in the air like the start of heartfelt applause - Adrian Matejka "Soave Sia Il Vento"

When evening hangs her lamp - Theodore Maynard "Nocturne"

Icicles hang from a crow - John McCarthy "-30 Degrees"

Hangs icicles from the skeletons of briars - Campbell McGrath "The Prose Poem"

Hangs by a bowstring from heaven's vault - Andy Miller "Diana"

Of dead souls hanging in the air - Jaye Nasir "November"

Hang scraps of oblivion - Pablo Neruda "The Disinterred One" translated by Donald D. Walsh

In breathless ether lonely hangs - Augusta Davies Ogden "Timon Cruz"

Cold, reflected light just wishing to hang on - Marisca Pichette "Waning, Waning"

Runs between hanging cliffs and meadows green - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

The heavy hanging air of dusk - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "On the Potomac River, U.S.A."

Chrysalis hanging on the bough of this night - Roger Reeves "For Black Children at the End of the World--and the Beginning"

Hanging by a thread of light - Lola Ridge "Firehead part III: Judas 2: Madness in the Field"

No peg to hang their taunts upon - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

Hangs a rainbow strung with dew - Christina Rossetti "Autumn"

Where the leaves hang trembling - Christina Rossetti "Who Has Seen the Wind"

Hanging in the air unclaimed - Kay Ryan "Tracers"

Hang the astral chimes - Robert W. Service "Quatrains"

The twilight star hangs above the hidden hills - Francis Sherman "A Canadian Calendar: IX. The Seekers"

On which all my soul's hopes hang - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)

Where was blossom hangs a berry - "Silly Sweetheart"

Evidence to hang me - William Stafford "What's in My Journal"

A stellar pallor that hangs on the threads - Wallace Stevens "Lebensweisheitspielerei"

Barracudas hang in the water and watch - Alison Swan "Sand Key"

And clovers hang their blushing heads - T.A. Swan "The Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Hang stars like seeds of light - Edward Thomas "The Dark Forest"

Hang across the sky like solid limbs of night - W.J. Turner "A Ritual Dance"

Pulls even at hanging planets - Vanessa Angelica Villarreal "A Field of Onions: Brown Onions"

A thing hanging in the air at night - Jackie Wang "The Crypt Seed"

Hangs heaven's echoes round her footsteps - A.D.T. Whitney "Banbury Cross"

God and the Devil hang side by side - Charles Wright "Tutti Frutti"

The silver wasp-nests hang like fruit - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

Hangs for an hour in the blue cave of night - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

Those breezes that hang from a thread - Veronica Zondek "cold fire 3" transl. by Katherine Silver


Too much hung inside the scales - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

In the thicket of gooseberries hung their lanterns - Nathalie F. Anderson "Shirt of Nettles, House of Thorns"

Hung from a string of silence - Maya Angelou "To Beat the Child Was Bad Enough"

Hung the doors with griefs - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Who hung up fruits and flowers - Park Benjamin "Lines Sent with a Bouquet"

Hung with ivy's blackened chains - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

Dragged and hung beneath a bone of moon - Russell Brakefield "Rag"

Shorn and hung with sly shadows - Russell Brakefield "This Is America and We Are Boys"

Strange spears hung with ancient charms - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book IV. The Woman in the Forest"

Fair hung with tapestry of leaves - Walter Crane "Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose"

The portico hung o'er a flight of alabaster - Rufus Dawes "Marriage" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]

Wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell - Walter de la Mare "Alone"

And we hung our thoughts there - Desdamona "Once and Future"

Hung from the balconies of Hell - Lidija Dimkovska "Journey" (translated by Ljubica Arsovska)

Hung his hat on a feather - Mary Mapes Dodge "The Mayor of Scuttleton"

Hung my verses in the wind - Ralph Waldo Emerson (uncredited) "The Test" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.39, Jan. 1861]

A medallion hung around his neck - Martin Espada "Breve Pausa"

Hung around with pikes and guns and bows - "The Fine Old English Gentleman"

His future hung with trophies - Seamus Heaney "Hercules and Antaeus"

Hung on a bare-branched oak - Conrad Hilberry "Abandon"

Hung aloft the rounding moon - Leslie Pickney Hill "Summer Magic"

Leaves them on the willows hung - George Moses Horton "Memory"

Hung above the brink of winter - Holly Karapetkova "Holiday"

Among her cloudy trophies hung - John Keats "Ode on Melancholy"

Whose guardian wings hung o'er me - Fanny Kemble "To My Guardian Angel"

The morning star hung alone - Lynne Knight "Seventeen"

Under the dome of echo hung - Christopher Kondrich "Remonstrance"

In the invisible nets hung over space - Ruth Lechlitner "Night in August"

Hung motionless above the changing winds - Philip Levine "Winter Words"

Hung with pendent stalactites like frozen vines - Amy Lowell "A Fairy Tale"

Hung on dappled foxglove bells - Sidney Royse Lysaght "The Forest"

Hung upon the magic numbers - Mrs. S.T. Martyn "To Mrs. E.C.K."

The heavens hung like brass above - Theodore Maynard "To Any Saint"

Golden beads on lips of wisdom hung - Henry Morford "The Children in the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.3, Sept. 1862]

Shattered beauty hung - Dorothy Parker "Solace"

After the stars hung out their lamps - Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson "Conroy's Gap"

Clouds hung out to dry - Phan Nhien Hao "The City of Ant Nests" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

I have hung our cave with roses - Sylvia Plath "Nick and the Candlestick"

Hung fifty silver bells and nine - "The Queen of Elfland"

A mantle of starlight hung - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "The Moon's Message"

The old new moon hung high - Herbert Randall "The Old Bush Pasture"

Let the walls be hung with black - Alice Wellington Rollins "Sumner"

Towers half hung in the sun - Edwin Davies Schoonmaker "New York"

Hung in the gloom of thought - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude"

Horse-shoes on the ceiling-rafters hung - Alfred B. Street "The Smithy" [The Knickerbocker Feb. 1844]

Hung in the golden Galaxy - Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott"

Hung in the trellis of eternity - John Hall Wheelock "The Divine Fantasy"

Hung his ghost like a sheet from a mast - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Bone"

Hung on time's blossoming stem - George Edward Woodberry "St. John and the Faun"

Each step a rope bridge hung in the air - Cynthia Zarin "Sunday"


Whatever double-hung treason - Shelley Puhak "Portrait of the Artist Watching the Election Results Come In"


A crystal ball lowered into low-hanging helium - Ian Goh "Firework"


Bats at noontide rafter-hung - Robert Graves "Ghost Music"


Over woods of snow-hung oak - John Greenleaf Whittier "Snow-Bound"


Web-hung blackness of night - Robert Graves "Cynics and Romantics"


Honey cakes in tombs wisteria-hung - K.A. Campbell, Jr. "About It and About"


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