Potential Titles: A Authors Misc.
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somethingdarkerA thousand mocking notes of mirth - H.J.A. "To a Lyre-Bird" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
To drown indeed the whole seraphic choir - H.J.A. "To a Lyre-Bird" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Her privilege of song at heaven's gate - H.J.A. "To a Lyre-Bird" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Tremble from all this solitude - Garous Abdolmalekian "The Ruins of Bam" (translated by Idra Novey and Ahmad Nadalizadeh)
Tiring of searching for myself - Tutsungul Abdullah "I Lost Myself" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
No trace of where I've been - Tutsungul Abdullah "I Lost Myself" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Erase your eyes from my heart - Dilmurat Abduqeyum "Nothing" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
What are bones if not seeds waiting - Lydia Abedeen "Birangona Song in a Walmart Parking Lot"
What are bodies if not secrets promised - Lydia Abedeen "Birangona Song in a Walmart Parking Lot"
What is war if not a waiting harvest - Lydia Abedeen "Birangona Song in a Walmart Parking Lot"
And you will remain, remembering - Lydia Abedeen "Birangona Song in a Walmart Parking Lot"
Feral cats in the underbrush - Seth Abramson "The Woods in Concord"
Down by the oaks tonight - Seth Abramson "The Woods in Concord"
In a crib of black twigs and moss - Seth Abramson "The Woods in Concord"
And the years replay like a foreign movie - Jessica Abughattas "Failed Poems"
Steal your breath when you wake parched - Jessica Abughattas "Failed Poems"
A prayer in the form of a failed poem - Jessica Abughattas "Failed Poems"
The last words you hear on earth - Jessica Abughattas "Failed Poems"
Rebuffed by narrow market rows - L. Acadia "魔神仔 (Móshénzǐ)"
Both of us desperate to quit - Helene Achanzar "The only poem I can write"
A tote bag full of ceramic souvenirs - Helene Achanzar "The only poem I can write"
By the blown fuse of an imploding star - Derek Adams "Historian's Guide to the Galaxy"
Or focus meditation on a stone - Derek Adams "Skrying"
The name and the life of a soldier for me - Rev. J.G. Adams "The Young Soldier" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]
My weapons in hand, of no contest afraid - Rev. J.G. Adams "The Young Soldier" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]
Truth's bands will be mustered - Rev. J.G. Adams "The Young Soldier" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]
The lurking canker of despair - Mrs. Lois B. Adams "Hath Not Thy Rose a Canker"
At Pleasure's shrine devoutly kneeling - Mrs. Lois B. Adams "Hath Not Thy Rose a Canker"
A song without ears - Stephanie Adams-Santos "from Xibalba [Outside the water sings]"
The mind's red line - Stephanie Adams-Santos "from Xibalba [Outside the water sings]"
Where steel drags along - Stephanie Adams-Santos "from Xibalba [Outside the water sings]"
Of the dead and their grammar - Gbenga Adesina "Glory"
My likeness in the sun - Adonis "Thunderbolt" (translated by Samuel Hazo)
Winged with wind - Adonis "Thunderbolt" (translated by Samuel Hazo)
Some days the sky is too bright - Kelli Russell Agodon "Magpies Recognize Themselves in the Mirror"
The night sounds like a murder of magpies - Kelli Russell Agodon "Magpies Recognize Themselves in the Mirror"
In front of silent ghosts - Kelli Russell Agodon "Snapshot of a Lump"
A rocket on this altar - Kelli Russell Agodon "Snapshot of a Lump"
Let the groundhog dream his dream - Joe Aguilar "Let Water Be Water"
In the bosom of the sad evening - Delmira Agustini "The Vampire" (translated by Alejandro Caceres)
To hear death passing by - Delmira Agustini "The Vampire" (translated by Alejandro Caceres)
As into the gold of a honeycomb - Delmira Agustini "The Vampire" (translated by Alejandro Caceres)
Your vampire of bitterness - Delmira Agustini "The Vampire" (translated by Alejandro Caceres)
The memory of traditions of mercy - Aijaz Ahmad from an interview published in In Defense of History: Marxism and the Postmodern Agenda edited by Ellen Meiksins Wood and John Bellamy Foster
Slide through time - Zubair Ahmed "Red with a Touch of Sulfur"
Making clocks look simple - Zubair Ahmed "Red with a Touch of Sulfur"
Anywhere I look is born a rose - Zubair Ahmed "Red with a Touch of Sulfur"
Arrives with a fine taste of sulfur - Zubair Ahmed "Red with a Touch of Sulfur"
His heart unhurt by brooding woes - A.C. Ainsworth "The Meeting at Sea"
Looked upon the compass of his soul - A.C. Ainsworth "The Meeting at Sea"
The needle of quick joy point truly - A.C. Ainsworth "The Meeting at Sea"
Come back from that echo-less shore - Elizabeth Akers "Rock Me to Sleep"
Weary of sowing for others to reap - Elizabeth Akers "Rock Me to Sleep"
No other worship abides and endures - Elizabeth Akers "Rock Me to Sleep"
That splendid sorrows might endure - Anna Akhmatova "[Like a white stone]" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky
Neither faith nor rue - Anna Akhmatova "Song of the Last Meeting" (translated by Gerard Shelley)
The cry of a stork landing on the roof - Anna Akhmatova [Untitled] transl. Richard McKane
Had poured him a bitter grief - Anna Akhmatova [Untitled] transl. by Robert Tracy
Only time is immortal - Laila Akhyaliyya "Lamenting Tauba"
Whose forefathers made miracles - Gulten Akin "Ellas and the Statues" translated by Nermin Menemencioglu
Your laughter in an oyster shell - Nuola Akinde "Migration"
And make a mixtape of time - Nuola Akinde "Mothering"
Always remember your names - Nuola Akinde "Mothering"
You are a wish fulfilled - Nuola Akinde "Mothering"
As from the old nest birds escape - John Albee "Evolution"
What odds if we at last are free? - John Albee "Evolution"
Germ of that which makes our circle whole - John Albee "Evolution"
Swallowing raw bullets as you walked - Rosa Alcala "You & the Raw Bullets"
The avenue with its cavalcade of trucks - Rosa Alcala "You Rode a Loop"
With pinpricks emitting memory's wavy threads - Rosa Alcala "You Rode a Loop"
This pinprick emits no light - Rosa Alcala "You Rode a Loop"
A perfect flush of weeds and flowers - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Amidst the scuttling of bear and mice - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Blackbirds broke veins in their throats - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Thick with red steam and basil - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Rushing by on roller skates - Dorothy Keeley Aldis "Spring"
Up the electric street - Dorothy Keeley Aldis "Spring"
All that could suffer change and fade - James Aldrich "An Epitaph" [The Knickerbocker v.22, no.1, July 1843]
With arms reversed and muffled drum - Cecil Frances Alexander "The Burial of Moses"
Earth's philosopher traced with his golden pen - Cecil Frances Alexander "The Burial of Moses"
While angels wait with stars for tapers tall - Cecil Frances Alexander "The Burial of Moses"
Fleeting baits that have no hooks - William Alexander, Earl of Stirling "Sonnet" (Poem attributed only to 'Lord Stirling' in source text, but this poet seems probable as he was known for sonnets. None of the later Earls have Wikipedia articles, however, so I couldn't easily crosscheck.)
Bind true elegance with sweet utility - Wm. Alexander "Sonnet.--Art" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Nature's forces all in sweet subjection bend - Wm. Alexander "Sonnet.--Art" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
origin can't be tethered to consequences - Sarah Ghazal Ali "Matrilineage [umbilicus]"
Say farewell to the spring - Aygul Alim (Tamche) "If You Forget Me" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Our breath has yet to collide - Aygul Alim (Tamche) "We Have Not Met" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Never left any traces behind - Aygul Alim (Tamche) "We Have Not Met" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
A jellyfish swam in a tropical sea - Grant Allen "The First Idealist"
An inference clean against logical laws - Grant Allen "The First Idealist"
Fate with the mangled wings - Grant Allen "Only An Insect"
Flat silence on the air - Hervey Allen "The Bride of Huitzil"
In the watchtower that is my body - Jada Renée Allen "Interior"
a walk in a midwinter ochre wood - Jason Allen-Paisant "And You..."
Mocks sad-eyed Ishtar and her mourning maids - William Talbot Allison "There Sat the Women Weeping for Thammuz"
Unrolls her faded glories - William Talbot Allison "Vanishings"
Death in one bright peerless day - William Talbot Allison "Vanishings"
Weeks of rain making me forget - Hari Alluri "Spiral"
Wrinkled fire in a mini vase - Hari Alluri "Spiral"
Doesn't look much like promise - Hari Alluri "Spiral"
Where sunless rivers weep their waves - Ellen Allyn "Dream Land"
Enter like a fire into my soul - Turghun Almas "Remembering" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Darken what remained - Howard Altmann "After Hours"
New views burying the old - Howard Altmann "After Hours"
At the corner of expectation and desire - Howard Altmann "After Hours"
A house with no doors - Steven Alvarez "from "Return to Tetaroba""
For the sake of inertia - Nico Amador "Mexicans Lost in Mexico"
With new rules between them - Nico Amador "Mexicans Lost in Mexico"
But I demand too much of faith - Eloisa Amezcua "The Witch Reads Me My Birthchart"
Lifted weights of anguish - Yehuda Amichai "God Full of Mercy" (translated by Benjamin and Barbara Harshav)
Salt-king on the shore - Yehuda Amichai "O Lord Full of Mercy" (translated by Glenda Abramson)
Undecided at my window - Yehuda Amichai "O Lord Full of Mercy" (translated by Glenda Abramson)
Who counted angels' footsteps - Yehuda Amichai "O Lord Full of Mercy" (translated by Glenda Abramson)
Their mad career upset a star - Elizabeth Anderson "The Goblins' Christmas"
Orion's sword was broke in bits - Elizabeth Anderson "The Goblins' Christmas"
The moonbeams tattled - Elizabeth Anderson "The Goblins' Christmas"
Who hear the sprites from Elf-land call - Elizabeth Anderson "To EARL and GEORGIA"
Throwing me off even as I cling - Merri Andrew "Robot Duckling Learns the Land"
A duckling imprinted on a robot duck - Merri Andrew "Robot Duckling Learns the Land"
Met a sage at the break of day - H.M. Andrews "Song"
And sold herself for a lie - H.M. Andrews "Song"
Bare branches dripped with gold - H.M. Andrews "Song"
Just as the sage foretold - H.M. Andrews "Song"
Yoked to this body by beauty - Ally Ang "Masculinity Ode"
With its hand closing around my throat - Ally Ang "Masculinity Ode"
The river that remakes me in its image - Ally Ang "Masculinity Ode"
Makes music of our meditations - Afua Ansong "what we did while waiting for the rain"
Fell from an archangel's vineyard - Afua Ansong "what we did while waiting for the rain"
What praise can we give with bound hands - Afua Ansong "what we did while waiting for the rain"
Between sacred narrow canyons - Cristoso Apache "Gahe Dzil/Mountain Spirits"
The people who wandered into night - Cristoso Apache "Gahe Dzil/Mountain Spirits"
Ascending toward the ending sky - Cristoso Apache "Gahe Dzil/Mountain Spirits"
Rusty bells and hollow songs - Cristoso Apache "Gahe Dzil/Mountain Spirits"
Like I was made of the heat - C. Prudence Arceneaux "Menopause"
Slow as black smoke - Tommy Archuleta "Remedio: Ocotillo (Candlewood)"
Each fragment paints its little hour - Alice M. Ardagh "Sic Passim"
And balm in pleasure found - Alice M. Ardagh "Sic Passim"
Shall rise through sorrow's mist - Alice M. Ardagh "Sic Passim"
The threat of panthers in the garden - dee(dee) c. ardan "freedom terrors"
Ask you to emulate the flight path of an ostrich - dee(dee) c. ardan "freedom terrors"
The exiles that tended this garden - dee(dee) c. ardan "freedom terrors"
Underground the seeds still dormant - dee(dee) c. ardan "freedom terrors"
Pleading now for pardon - Walter Conrad Arensberg "To a Garden in April"
Who want a wound to enter by - Walter Conrad Arensberg "To the Necrophile"
Precision inhabits the gap - Mesandel Virtusio Arguelles "Juggle" transl. Kristine Ong Muslim
When there is no break from motion - Mesandel Virtusio Arguelles "Juggle" transl. Kristine Ong Muslim
By the radiance in the window - James Armstrong "First Snow"
Each snowflake whispered a secret - James Armstrong "First Snow"
In my glass is blood of kings - T.H.W. Armstrong "Heritage"
The aspen whispers in the breeze - T.H.W. Armstrong "Loneliness"
Stars keep great guard upon you - T.H.W. Armstrong "Watching"
Rain of blood and wreath of flame - Sir Edwin Arnold "The First Distribution of the Victoria Cross (June 26, 1857)"
The whitest no eye could choose - Sir Edwin Arnold "He and She"
Listen as deep as to terrible hell - Sir Edwin Arnold "He and She"
Had I been raised by doves - Mary-Kim Arnold "Self-Portrait as Semiramis"
A tide of lions crashing on sandy shores - Art 25: Art in the 25th Century "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"
The memory of trauma in our roots - Art 25: Art in the 25th Century "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"
Grow flowers with your lungs - Art 25: Art in the 25th Century "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"
Riding over galleries of air - James Arthur "Wind"
Don’t even register as touch - James Arthur "Wind"
In trails of fire across the land - Rosalie Arthur "October"
Shrieks of horror on the road - Isidore G. Ascher "By the Firelight"
More than life to me - John Ashbery "The New Higher"
When time came in the window - John Ashbery "The New Higher"
The flowers have no new faces - Margaret Lee Ashley "In April"
Feeling new when I'm not - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
Felt less closeted than doored - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
Canonic laser algebra - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
Deathbed shooting star - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
Paid better attention to drought - Tacey M. Atsitty "River Sonnet"
Neither infinite nor ephemeral - Attar "Looking for Your Own Face" transl. by Coleman Barks
Better to keep your breath cold - Attar "Looking for Your Own Face" transl. by Coleman Barks
Designed for a specific aftermath - Sarah Audsley "A Massive Aquarium Holding 1,500 Tropical Fish Bursts"
And the curfew's pensive tone - Reginald Augustine "Dreams" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13 no 372, May 30 1829]
Sleeping now in a still and holy ark - Reginald Augustine "Dreams" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13 no 372, May 30 1829]
That shone of yore around this haunted spring - Reginald Augustine "The Ruined Well" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.403, 5 Dec. 1829]
When pilgrims came to hymn beneath the night - Reginald Augustine "The Ruined Well" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.403, 5 Dec. 1829]
Down the road and back again - Derrick Austin. "The Birthday Interviews"
Some cold and charitable visit - A.H. Jerriod Avant "Who Can Govern Themselves Out of Governance?"
In the light of the dark that swallowed me - A.H. Jerriod Avant "Who Can Govern Themselves Out of Governance?"
The rigid origin of the break - A.H. Jerriod Avant "Who Can Govern Themselves Out of Governance?"
Terror and darkness to the proud - Avena "Columbia's Banner"
'Mid the wrecks of a falling world - Avena "Columbia's Banner"
As patiently chaos consumes us - R. Christopher Aversa "Gold Foil Experiment"
Lift up the layers of your carbon skeleton - R. Christopher Aversa "Gold Foil Experiment"
In the ragdoll physics of this world - R. Christopher Aversa "Gold Foil Experiment"
The resonating filaments of a song across the abyss - R. Christopher Aversa "Gold Foil Experiment"
Wild until we are free - Cameron Awkward-Rich "Cento Between the Ending and the End"
Like the world hasn't happened - Cameron Awkward-Rich "Cento Between the Ending and the End"
A mixture of whitelime and brine - Angela Figuera Aymerich "Women at the Market" transl. by Hardie St Martin
And sharper shot the rain - William Edmondstoune Aytoun "The Heart of Bruce"
Wearing away a hole in my heart - Abduweli Ayup "Mihray" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
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To drown indeed the whole seraphic choir - H.J.A. "To a Lyre-Bird" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Her privilege of song at heaven's gate - H.J.A. "To a Lyre-Bird" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Tremble from all this solitude - Garous Abdolmalekian "The Ruins of Bam" (translated by Idra Novey and Ahmad Nadalizadeh)
Tiring of searching for myself - Tutsungul Abdullah "I Lost Myself" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
No trace of where I've been - Tutsungul Abdullah "I Lost Myself" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Erase your eyes from my heart - Dilmurat Abduqeyum "Nothing" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
What are bones if not seeds waiting - Lydia Abedeen "Birangona Song in a Walmart Parking Lot"
What are bodies if not secrets promised - Lydia Abedeen "Birangona Song in a Walmart Parking Lot"
What is war if not a waiting harvest - Lydia Abedeen "Birangona Song in a Walmart Parking Lot"
And you will remain, remembering - Lydia Abedeen "Birangona Song in a Walmart Parking Lot"
Feral cats in the underbrush - Seth Abramson "The Woods in Concord"
Down by the oaks tonight - Seth Abramson "The Woods in Concord"
In a crib of black twigs and moss - Seth Abramson "The Woods in Concord"
And the years replay like a foreign movie - Jessica Abughattas "Failed Poems"
Steal your breath when you wake parched - Jessica Abughattas "Failed Poems"
A prayer in the form of a failed poem - Jessica Abughattas "Failed Poems"
The last words you hear on earth - Jessica Abughattas "Failed Poems"
Rebuffed by narrow market rows - L. Acadia "魔神仔 (Móshénzǐ)"
Both of us desperate to quit - Helene Achanzar "The only poem I can write"
A tote bag full of ceramic souvenirs - Helene Achanzar "The only poem I can write"
By the blown fuse of an imploding star - Derek Adams "Historian's Guide to the Galaxy"
Or focus meditation on a stone - Derek Adams "Skrying"
The name and the life of a soldier for me - Rev. J.G. Adams "The Young Soldier" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]
My weapons in hand, of no contest afraid - Rev. J.G. Adams "The Young Soldier" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]
Truth's bands will be mustered - Rev. J.G. Adams "The Young Soldier" [Small Means and Great Ends - PG. 1851. Edited by Mrs. M.H. Adams]
The lurking canker of despair - Mrs. Lois B. Adams "Hath Not Thy Rose a Canker"
At Pleasure's shrine devoutly kneeling - Mrs. Lois B. Adams "Hath Not Thy Rose a Canker"
A song without ears - Stephanie Adams-Santos "from Xibalba [Outside the water sings]"
The mind's red line - Stephanie Adams-Santos "from Xibalba [Outside the water sings]"
Where steel drags along - Stephanie Adams-Santos "from Xibalba [Outside the water sings]"
Of the dead and their grammar - Gbenga Adesina "Glory"
My likeness in the sun - Adonis "Thunderbolt" (translated by Samuel Hazo)
Winged with wind - Adonis "Thunderbolt" (translated by Samuel Hazo)
Some days the sky is too bright - Kelli Russell Agodon "Magpies Recognize Themselves in the Mirror"
The night sounds like a murder of magpies - Kelli Russell Agodon "Magpies Recognize Themselves in the Mirror"
In front of silent ghosts - Kelli Russell Agodon "Snapshot of a Lump"
A rocket on this altar - Kelli Russell Agodon "Snapshot of a Lump"
Let the groundhog dream his dream - Joe Aguilar "Let Water Be Water"
In the bosom of the sad evening - Delmira Agustini "The Vampire" (translated by Alejandro Caceres)
To hear death passing by - Delmira Agustini "The Vampire" (translated by Alejandro Caceres)
As into the gold of a honeycomb - Delmira Agustini "The Vampire" (translated by Alejandro Caceres)
Your vampire of bitterness - Delmira Agustini "The Vampire" (translated by Alejandro Caceres)
The memory of traditions of mercy - Aijaz Ahmad from an interview published in In Defense of History: Marxism and the Postmodern Agenda edited by Ellen Meiksins Wood and John Bellamy Foster
Slide through time - Zubair Ahmed "Red with a Touch of Sulfur"
Making clocks look simple - Zubair Ahmed "Red with a Touch of Sulfur"
Anywhere I look is born a rose - Zubair Ahmed "Red with a Touch of Sulfur"
Arrives with a fine taste of sulfur - Zubair Ahmed "Red with a Touch of Sulfur"
His heart unhurt by brooding woes - A.C. Ainsworth "The Meeting at Sea"
Looked upon the compass of his soul - A.C. Ainsworth "The Meeting at Sea"
The needle of quick joy point truly - A.C. Ainsworth "The Meeting at Sea"
Come back from that echo-less shore - Elizabeth Akers "Rock Me to Sleep"
Weary of sowing for others to reap - Elizabeth Akers "Rock Me to Sleep"
No other worship abides and endures - Elizabeth Akers "Rock Me to Sleep"
That splendid sorrows might endure - Anna Akhmatova "[Like a white stone]" transl. by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky
Neither faith nor rue - Anna Akhmatova "Song of the Last Meeting" (translated by Gerard Shelley)
The cry of a stork landing on the roof - Anna Akhmatova [Untitled] transl. Richard McKane
Had poured him a bitter grief - Anna Akhmatova [Untitled] transl. by Robert Tracy
Only time is immortal - Laila Akhyaliyya "Lamenting Tauba"
Whose forefathers made miracles - Gulten Akin "Ellas and the Statues" translated by Nermin Menemencioglu
Your laughter in an oyster shell - Nuola Akinde "Migration"
And make a mixtape of time - Nuola Akinde "Mothering"
Always remember your names - Nuola Akinde "Mothering"
You are a wish fulfilled - Nuola Akinde "Mothering"
As from the old nest birds escape - John Albee "Evolution"
What odds if we at last are free? - John Albee "Evolution"
Germ of that which makes our circle whole - John Albee "Evolution"
Swallowing raw bullets as you walked - Rosa Alcala "You & the Raw Bullets"
The avenue with its cavalcade of trucks - Rosa Alcala "You Rode a Loop"
With pinpricks emitting memory's wavy threads - Rosa Alcala "You Rode a Loop"
This pinprick emits no light - Rosa Alcala "You Rode a Loop"
A perfect flush of weeds and flowers - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Amidst the scuttling of bear and mice - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Blackbirds broke veins in their throats - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Thick with red steam and basil - Sandra Alcosser "Cry"
Rushing by on roller skates - Dorothy Keeley Aldis "Spring"
Up the electric street - Dorothy Keeley Aldis "Spring"
All that could suffer change and fade - James Aldrich "An Epitaph" [The Knickerbocker v.22, no.1, July 1843]
With arms reversed and muffled drum - Cecil Frances Alexander "The Burial of Moses"
Earth's philosopher traced with his golden pen - Cecil Frances Alexander "The Burial of Moses"
While angels wait with stars for tapers tall - Cecil Frances Alexander "The Burial of Moses"
Fleeting baits that have no hooks - William Alexander, Earl of Stirling "Sonnet" (Poem attributed only to 'Lord Stirling' in source text, but this poet seems probable as he was known for sonnets. None of the later Earls have Wikipedia articles, however, so I couldn't easily crosscheck.)
Bind true elegance with sweet utility - Wm. Alexander "Sonnet.--Art" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Nature's forces all in sweet subjection bend - Wm. Alexander "Sonnet.--Art" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
origin can't be tethered to consequences - Sarah Ghazal Ali "Matrilineage [umbilicus]"
Say farewell to the spring - Aygul Alim (Tamche) "If You Forget Me" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Our breath has yet to collide - Aygul Alim (Tamche) "We Have Not Met" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Never left any traces behind - Aygul Alim (Tamche) "We Have Not Met" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
A jellyfish swam in a tropical sea - Grant Allen "The First Idealist"
An inference clean against logical laws - Grant Allen "The First Idealist"
Fate with the mangled wings - Grant Allen "Only An Insect"
Flat silence on the air - Hervey Allen "The Bride of Huitzil"
In the watchtower that is my body - Jada Renée Allen "Interior"
a walk in a midwinter ochre wood - Jason Allen-Paisant "And You..."
Mocks sad-eyed Ishtar and her mourning maids - William Talbot Allison "There Sat the Women Weeping for Thammuz"
Unrolls her faded glories - William Talbot Allison "Vanishings"
Death in one bright peerless day - William Talbot Allison "Vanishings"
Weeks of rain making me forget - Hari Alluri "Spiral"
Wrinkled fire in a mini vase - Hari Alluri "Spiral"
Doesn't look much like promise - Hari Alluri "Spiral"
Where sunless rivers weep their waves - Ellen Allyn "Dream Land"
Enter like a fire into my soul - Turghun Almas "Remembering" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Darken what remained - Howard Altmann "After Hours"
New views burying the old - Howard Altmann "After Hours"
At the corner of expectation and desire - Howard Altmann "After Hours"
A house with no doors - Steven Alvarez "from "Return to Tetaroba""
For the sake of inertia - Nico Amador "Mexicans Lost in Mexico"
With new rules between them - Nico Amador "Mexicans Lost in Mexico"
But I demand too much of faith - Eloisa Amezcua "The Witch Reads Me My Birthchart"
Lifted weights of anguish - Yehuda Amichai "God Full of Mercy" (translated by Benjamin and Barbara Harshav)
Salt-king on the shore - Yehuda Amichai "O Lord Full of Mercy" (translated by Glenda Abramson)
Undecided at my window - Yehuda Amichai "O Lord Full of Mercy" (translated by Glenda Abramson)
Who counted angels' footsteps - Yehuda Amichai "O Lord Full of Mercy" (translated by Glenda Abramson)
Their mad career upset a star - Elizabeth Anderson "The Goblins' Christmas"
Orion's sword was broke in bits - Elizabeth Anderson "The Goblins' Christmas"
The moonbeams tattled - Elizabeth Anderson "The Goblins' Christmas"
Who hear the sprites from Elf-land call - Elizabeth Anderson "To EARL and GEORGIA"
Throwing me off even as I cling - Merri Andrew "Robot Duckling Learns the Land"
A duckling imprinted on a robot duck - Merri Andrew "Robot Duckling Learns the Land"
Met a sage at the break of day - H.M. Andrews "Song"
And sold herself for a lie - H.M. Andrews "Song"
Bare branches dripped with gold - H.M. Andrews "Song"
Just as the sage foretold - H.M. Andrews "Song"
Yoked to this body by beauty - Ally Ang "Masculinity Ode"
With its hand closing around my throat - Ally Ang "Masculinity Ode"
The river that remakes me in its image - Ally Ang "Masculinity Ode"
Makes music of our meditations - Afua Ansong "what we did while waiting for the rain"
Fell from an archangel's vineyard - Afua Ansong "what we did while waiting for the rain"
What praise can we give with bound hands - Afua Ansong "what we did while waiting for the rain"
Between sacred narrow canyons - Cristoso Apache "Gahe Dzil/Mountain Spirits"
The people who wandered into night - Cristoso Apache "Gahe Dzil/Mountain Spirits"
Ascending toward the ending sky - Cristoso Apache "Gahe Dzil/Mountain Spirits"
Rusty bells and hollow songs - Cristoso Apache "Gahe Dzil/Mountain Spirits"
Like I was made of the heat - C. Prudence Arceneaux "Menopause"
Slow as black smoke - Tommy Archuleta "Remedio: Ocotillo (Candlewood)"
Each fragment paints its little hour - Alice M. Ardagh "Sic Passim"
And balm in pleasure found - Alice M. Ardagh "Sic Passim"
Shall rise through sorrow's mist - Alice M. Ardagh "Sic Passim"
The threat of panthers in the garden - dee(dee) c. ardan "freedom terrors"
Ask you to emulate the flight path of an ostrich - dee(dee) c. ardan "freedom terrors"
The exiles that tended this garden - dee(dee) c. ardan "freedom terrors"
Underground the seeds still dormant - dee(dee) c. ardan "freedom terrors"
Pleading now for pardon - Walter Conrad Arensberg "To a Garden in April"
Who want a wound to enter by - Walter Conrad Arensberg "To the Necrophile"
Precision inhabits the gap - Mesandel Virtusio Arguelles "Juggle" transl. Kristine Ong Muslim
When there is no break from motion - Mesandel Virtusio Arguelles "Juggle" transl. Kristine Ong Muslim
By the radiance in the window - James Armstrong "First Snow"
Each snowflake whispered a secret - James Armstrong "First Snow"
In my glass is blood of kings - T.H.W. Armstrong "Heritage"
The aspen whispers in the breeze - T.H.W. Armstrong "Loneliness"
Stars keep great guard upon you - T.H.W. Armstrong "Watching"
Rain of blood and wreath of flame - Sir Edwin Arnold "The First Distribution of the Victoria Cross (June 26, 1857)"
The whitest no eye could choose - Sir Edwin Arnold "He and She"
Listen as deep as to terrible hell - Sir Edwin Arnold "He and She"
Had I been raised by doves - Mary-Kim Arnold "Self-Portrait as Semiramis"
A tide of lions crashing on sandy shores - Art 25: Art in the 25th Century "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"
The memory of trauma in our roots - Art 25: Art in the 25th Century "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"
Grow flowers with your lungs - Art 25: Art in the 25th Century "Imaginary Photo Album or, When We Die, Our Polaroids Speak to Our Living Descendants"
Riding over galleries of air - James Arthur "Wind"
Don’t even register as touch - James Arthur "Wind"
In trails of fire across the land - Rosalie Arthur "October"
Shrieks of horror on the road - Isidore G. Ascher "By the Firelight"
More than life to me - John Ashbery "The New Higher"
When time came in the window - John Ashbery "The New Higher"
The flowers have no new faces - Margaret Lee Ashley "In April"
Feeling new when I'm not - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
Felt less closeted than doored - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
Canonic laser algebra - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
Deathbed shooting star - Atom Atkinson "closet with the letter 'd' on either end"
Paid better attention to drought - Tacey M. Atsitty "River Sonnet"
Neither infinite nor ephemeral - Attar "Looking for Your Own Face" transl. by Coleman Barks
Better to keep your breath cold - Attar "Looking for Your Own Face" transl. by Coleman Barks
Designed for a specific aftermath - Sarah Audsley "A Massive Aquarium Holding 1,500 Tropical Fish Bursts"
And the curfew's pensive tone - Reginald Augustine "Dreams" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13 no 372, May 30 1829]
Sleeping now in a still and holy ark - Reginald Augustine "Dreams" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13 no 372, May 30 1829]
That shone of yore around this haunted spring - Reginald Augustine "The Ruined Well" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.403, 5 Dec. 1829]
When pilgrims came to hymn beneath the night - Reginald Augustine "The Ruined Well" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.403, 5 Dec. 1829]
Down the road and back again - Derrick Austin. "The Birthday Interviews"
Some cold and charitable visit - A.H. Jerriod Avant "Who Can Govern Themselves Out of Governance?"
In the light of the dark that swallowed me - A.H. Jerriod Avant "Who Can Govern Themselves Out of Governance?"
The rigid origin of the break - A.H. Jerriod Avant "Who Can Govern Themselves Out of Governance?"
Terror and darkness to the proud - Avena "Columbia's Banner"
'Mid the wrecks of a falling world - Avena "Columbia's Banner"
As patiently chaos consumes us - R. Christopher Aversa "Gold Foil Experiment"
Lift up the layers of your carbon skeleton - R. Christopher Aversa "Gold Foil Experiment"
In the ragdoll physics of this world - R. Christopher Aversa "Gold Foil Experiment"
The resonating filaments of a song across the abyss - R. Christopher Aversa "Gold Foil Experiment"
Wild until we are free - Cameron Awkward-Rich "Cento Between the Ending and the End"
Like the world hasn't happened - Cameron Awkward-Rich "Cento Between the Ending and the End"
A mixture of whitelime and brine - Angela Figuera Aymerich "Women at the Market" transl. by Hardie St Martin
And sharper shot the rain - William Edmondstoune Aytoun "The Heart of Bruce"
Wearing away a hole in my heart - Abduweli Ayup "Mihray" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
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