Potential Titles: B Authors Misc.
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somethingdarkerProfaning heaven's own air with words unclean - A.B. "Sonnet to Clarkson" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]
On our sorrow-trodden sphere - A.B. "Sonnet to Clarkson" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]
Amid this noisy Babel mingle - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Those boundless breadths of forest unrestrained - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Where the lofty pine mounts upward - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
The ashes of heroes enshrouded in glory - J.O.B. "Greece" [Mirror of Literature issue 385 Aug. 1829]
Curling around the perimeter of my reflection - Latif Askia Ba "Douglass Pool"
The betrayal of unworthy secrets - Ingeborg Bachmann "Every Day" transl. by Michael Hamburger
The great freight of the summer - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman
The unmasked smile of the lemurs - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman
Drown with open eyes in light - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman
And gentlest ray of stars glide down - Rev. Rufus Henry Bacon "Woman's Heart:--A Sonnet. For Julia" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]
Paladins from Jordan's shore - Charles Badham "Lines Written at Warwick Castle"
With the flowers in their flight - Libbie C. Baer "When My Soul Findeth Wings"
Gone with the roses and dew - Libbie C. Baer "When My Soul Findeth Wings"
The hollow they carve in the chest - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"
Rising, luminous, from its own bones - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"
From the ashes of its first life - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"
Dread calcifying into prophecy - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"
My desperate belief in other realities - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"
Stripped of my first voice - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"
Half a staircase leading up - David Baker "Gravel"
Over the century of beams - David Baker "Gravel"
Only a thin veil hangs between - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"
Will lead through parching sands - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"
Though our paths be separate - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"
Coming to the mercy seat - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"
The dark dagger of the ocean - Quenton Baker "[we are]"
Across this dirtless moment - Quenton Baker "[we are]"
Textured and untrained - Quenton Baker "[we are]"
In the chasm of our black palms - Quenton Baker "[we are]"
Attains his desire by inquiry - Yusuf Has Hajib Balasaghuni "Wisdom of Royal Glory (1) [excerpts from Kutadgu Bilig]" transl. by Ajinur Setiwaldi
Pouring over a private abundance - Noah Baldino "Felt Flowers"
The tangled top sheet of dreams - Noah Baldino "Felt Flowers"
Not tears by a hard-bought mirth - Faith Baldwin "The Last Demand"
But heart and soul shall be wanting - Faith Baldwin "The Last Demand"
Nothing can your sinews brace - James Ballantine "A Golfing Song"
Will chase all murky vapors off - James Ballantine "A Golfing Song"
Emerald hummingbirds at the window - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"
Snapping their beaks against the fairyglass - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"
Gave him half her dripping heart - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"
Deadly bacteria hides in the sickly yellow - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"
Reserved for a duration - Susan Barba "Exhibit 1"
A hummingbird in leafy bowers - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"
Pure quatrain in a poet's heart - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"
The post-script at the end of her letter - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"
Beneath a sky of cryptic stars - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."
The lute that was his laughter - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."
Broken sword that vanquished all but Night - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."
Who roves where dreamers seek - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."
Get used to trash along the road - Elizabeth Barnett "You remember the feeling but not what made you feel that way"
Abundant with bees - Aliki Barnstone "Jack's Defeat Creek"
On that first hill of passion - Aliki Barnstone "Jack's Defeat Creek"
And greet a stranger with a kiss - Willis Barnstone "At My Funeral"
A warm chat with friends gone sour - Willis Barnstone "At My Funeral"
Fell gently on my heart like falling dews - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Unto my dreams came stealing - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
In waves of light upon the far, dim shades of night - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
A wanderer from the sense of sight - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Old concealed and obscure arts restored - J. Bastard "The World" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.379, 4 July 1829]
To teach Death more skill than he had before - J. Bastard "The World" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.379, 4 July 1829]
Of water that only swallows - Gabrielle Bates "Dear Birmingham"
Fantastic tendons to the sky - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"
In the void and dismal yard - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"
Challenging night's trespassers - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"
The solemn legions of the stars - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"
Grew only strangers - Eric Baus "Burning Zither"
My soul stands at the door - Richard Baxter "The Valediction"
A font for all my first thoughts - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"
Old anger waiting to become newer - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"
The equation that solves everything - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"
For the sound of the daffodil - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"
A protoplasm for next of kin - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"
Scenting the shadows at set of sun - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"
Allowing the syntax of one life to persist - Michael Bazzett "The Revisionist"
Fishing for each other, with unbaited hooks - Bruce Beasley "Fishers"
Reached only by oaths and curses - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"
As we are all gods - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"
To be rich of earth - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"
Any pickaxe disguised as love - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"
From their pulpits sealed with dust - Francis Beaumont "On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey"
Bathed in broken light - Zeina Hashem Beck "There, There, Grieving"
My rose of heart's delight - Charlotte Becker "Song"
Hours away from starvation - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"
To survive overnight - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"
Resurrection of fallen warriors - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"
A bird of bones and air - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"
Light spilling around your edges - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"
Scours you from the inside - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"
Heaving gasps that rattle your hinges - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"
Who created me nimble - Henry Charles Beeching "Prayers"
In three elements free - Henry Charles Beeching "Prayers"
larvae ravening the bitter vine - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"
blood red & brimmed with acid - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"
all your proteins disassemble - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"
with codes & poisons all intact - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"
On the chokesome cherry bent - Henry A. Beers "Ye Laye of ye Woodpeckore"
The briar was in his thumb - Henry A. Beers "Ye Laye of ye Woodpeckore"
Dyes with an Excess of Joy - Aphra Behn "In Imitation of Horace"
With Sighs to warm my Soul - Aphra Behn "In Imitation of Horace"
A lake which fell in love with a swan - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
A garden in the absence of a cuckoo - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
A spring which desires a fountain - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Don't learn from stones - E.C. Belli "Vows"
Folded my sorrows like fitted sheets - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"
Smoothed out for the moon - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"
The weather of the darkest corner - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"
Fretful and full of fire - Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"
Answered by a thousand shouts- Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"
Through sheets of flame- Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"
The breeze from the bluebottle's blustering - John Bennett "To Marie"
Eurydice walks on tiptoes - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"
There's only two fates for muses, death or tree - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"
Left on the shelf with worn ballet slippers - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"
And Eurydice has played the role of both - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"
Made fields of cattails kneel - Ariana Benson "Love Poem in the Black Field"
Heavier than these chains - Ariana Benson "Love Poem in the Black Field"
Filtering into the eye of the sun - Arthur Christopher Benson "Δαιμονιζόμενος"
The doors in your house of clay - Arthur Christopher Benson "Δαιμονιζόμενος"
Sinless in sand - Chase Berggrun "Eccles. 9:7"
Lying hymn-barren on the dirt - Chase Berggrun "Fagus sylvatica 'Pendula'"
Dreamt a grove grown for coffinwood - Chase Berggrun "Fagus sylvatica 'Pendula'"
An obsession with devouring - James Berry "Lion"
Cowers in its white fog bed - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier
The sound of a timid harp - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier
Blossoms a wreath of meadows - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier
Manifestations of self-discipline - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"
A limited number of patterns - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"
Played in one breath - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"
Pale Queen of the silent night - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"
The sea calls home his crystal waves - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"
All my joys attending - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"
Ebb and flow within my tender heart - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"
Because something else must belong to him - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"
Where men go mad with craving - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"
Those buried hours - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"
Beyond the land of day - Clare Bevan "Sleepy Song"
Through sleep's first quarter - Yahya Kemal Beyath "Night" (translated by Roger Finch)
Our dream is at dawn - Yahya Kemal Beyath "Night" (translated by Roger Finch)
Spending a week in Forever - Mark Bibbins "At the End of the Endless Decade"
Recognizes vast motions elsewhere - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"
In the vast ballroom of the universe - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"
Potentials in the wet clockwork of the brain - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"
Stray thoughts from the gentle ticking of action - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"
A magical closure of particles - Linda Bierds "The Ghost Trio: 3. Wedgwood: 1790 --Josiah Wedgwood, 1730-1795"
That grew in its flat habit - Linda Bierds "Memento of the Hours"
Unfolds its breathless fan - Linda Bierds "The Stillness, The Dancing"
Under water for a full, astonishing second - George Bilgere "Swim Lessons"
Once without a word was told - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Years their shadows round us raise - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Down the old gray stream will go - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Lingering yet in memory's gaze - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Teeth, tendrils, smiles, and silence - Sharang Biswas "What Is a Monster?"
Against this motion clear in steel - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"
Breaks time's lesser flow - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"
Days that drown our lives - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"
Dense with the spent breath - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"
To the hollows of clasped hands - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"
A gathering of shades - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"
Holding its silence like a bell - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"
The seed of future empire - Edward Blackadder "Annapolis Royal"
War's trumpet sleeps unblown - Edward Blackadder "Annapolis Royal"
Our stars like chess pieces - John S. Blake "No Room to Form"
Streetlights on clear nights - John S. Blake "No Room to Form"
Time's flood sweeps on with endless flow - Isaac Gray Blanchard "Time and Change" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]
The long vista of departed years - Laman Blanchard "Ode to the Human Heart"
With only the sunflowers looking on - Jean Blewett "In Sunflower Time"
The eyes of Mary Magdalene - Jean Blewett "The Two Marys"
My fear inside like a piece of yeast - Julia Bloch "Valley Oak"
Long past the edge of anything calendrical - Julia Bloch "Valley Oak"
The song of the ripples and thrushes - P. Bloomfield "Second-Best"
The silvery smell of chlorine in his clothes - Laurel Blossom "Bonnie Blue"
Echoed off the undulating walls - Laurel Blossom "Bonnie Blue"
Understood why the waves were quiet - Laurel Blossom "By the Sea, By the Sea"
Her unknown face, her untold name - Laurel Blossom "In the Guesthouse"
And down in one hole they did dwell - G. Boare "What Became of Them?"
Sow the first seed of your fury - Cecil Bodker "Fury's Field" transl. by Nadia Christensen
Play a game of dead dolls - Cecil Bodker "Fury's Field" transl. by Nadia Christensen
Within my jealous sight - Otto Leland Bohanan "Go Give the World"
How dreary the winds - Otto Leland Bohanan "Villanelle"
The mad wine of passion - Otto Leland Bohanan "Villanelle"
Where faith is a peril and courtship a cheat - George H. Boker "Mosoor Pacha" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.88, April 1875]
Demands the scope of the sky and the stretch of the sands - George H. Boker "Mosoor Pacha" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.88, April 1875]
Through the shrill singing breezes we go - George H. Boker "Mosoor Pacha" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.88, April 1875]
For have I not eaten the salt and the bread? - George H. Boker "Mosoor Pacha" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.88, April 1875]
Lightning limned into a hellish door - C. Edgar Bolen "Lycanthropus"
Keep us in the midnight - John R. Bolles "Hymn 2 [Keep us in the midnight]"
That made a nest upon a currant bush - John R. Bolles "Lullaby [There, lullaby, and I will sing to you]"
Whoever takes the devil's bait - John R. Bolles "The Story of Two Bulls"
Became a master of the art of running - John R. Bolles "The Story of Two Bulls"
Yet keeps unfaltering trust - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
Gives zest to every toiler - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
With a smile and words of hope - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
Who by a life heroic conquers - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
Blossoming in the shadow of the mind - Tanella Boni "There where it's so bright in me" transl. by Todd Fredson
Silence by the extinguished hearth - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"
With sentinel trees on either side - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"
On its dark November dream - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"
rains dialects rippled on hills - Aaron Boothby "Jurupa Hills/Riverside"
halted by broken sidewalks - Aaron Boothby "Jurupa Hills/Riverside"
Ready to greet the scorching days - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"
Old furnitures, obsolete machineries and funny gadgets - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"
Our wardrobes mostly empty - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"
The peacock feather in the open thesaurus - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"
A deep breath from the eucalyptus breeze - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Late Afternoon Stroll on the Cliffs"
Silver angels etching great cursive blessings - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Late Afternoon Stroll on the Cliffs"
Spun sugar in branches & twigs - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Lately,"
That a moment chooses you to remember it - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Lately,"
Invade the country of my reveries - Rita Boumi-Pappas "The Crow" transl. by Kimon Friar
Tear our sleep to tatters - Rita Boumi-Pappas "The Crow" transl. by Kimon Friar
A snow-white butterfly dancing before the fitful gale - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Away it danced with shimmering glee - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Settled awhile upon the mast - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
I live under the wallpaper of the house that no longer belongs to me - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"
I need all the nutrients I can get - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"
Till I heard the nightmare brewing - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"
Hiding among the gypsum flakes - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"
Prisoned in gnawing restraint - Karin Boye "A Dedication" transl. by Nadia Christensen
Things beautiful and slow - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"
To capture Beauty's hands - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"
Have wanted clean rain - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"
Tired winds from the south - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"
My slow burdens - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"
Their shining garments fade - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"
From my eyes of trust - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"
That radiant cavalcade - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"
To quench the dead - James Brasfield "Late Summer"
Dream-fish to beguile - Alpha Angela Bratton "Slumber Song"
Splendid strength for every test - Alpha Angela Bratton "Slumber Song"
Who can live in heart so glad - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"
See the hare go stealing by - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"
Angling with a baited hook - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"
Through the hedge and down the furrow - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"
Spark of dry grass - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"
A long divining for water - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"
A cotton silence - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"
After the one that kills us - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"
From each pole a dream-wreath drops - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "Hop Picking"
When earth is grieving for the vanished - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Not Summer's crown of scent]"
Trod dead leaves in chill and wintry ways - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Not Summer's crown of scent]"
The firelit glow of a great hearth's gleam and glare - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Where do we fly, under deep dark sky?]"
Pulled off the white moon's pallid dress - Jonathan Henderson Brooks "The Resurrection" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Nor spill one dewdrop by the way - Jonathan Henderson Brooks "The Resurrection" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
The early winds took up the words - Jonathan Henderson Brooks "The Resurrection" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
The poor old books that nobody reads - Abbie Farwell Brown "Poor Old Books" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
How lonely their days must be - Abbie Farwell Brown "Poor Old Books" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
Stand up high on the dusty shelves - Abbie Farwell Brown "Poor Old Books" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
Who guarded them from my confusion - Betsy Brown "Dignity in the Home"
Wandered over all earth's lands - J. Crosby Brown, Jr. "Sonnet"
Weaving each burden into words - Lauren L. Brown "Willie Mae Brown (1909-1980)"
With words so sweet and dense - Lauren L. Brown "Willie Mae Brown (1909-1980)"
And I should be afraid to be so unprepared - Molly McCully Brown "Rabbitbrush"
Without instinct for the West - Molly McCully Brown "Rabbitbrush"
The switchgrass pale and starved for groundwater - Molly McCully Brown "Virginia, Autumn"
The war of winds and clouds - T.E. Brown "The Childhood of Kitty of the Sherragh Vane"
The fish swam like brilliant magicians toward the window - Susan Browne "Becoming a Poet"
Their strange beauty my secret - Susan Browne "Becoming a Poet"
As fair as ever saw the North - William Browne "The Rose"
In a little garden all alone - William Browne "The Rose"
If heaven sent no supplies - William Browne "The Rose"
The fairest blossom of the garden dies - William Browne "The Rose"
Midnight in the silence - Robert Browning "Epilogue"
Worked on the bone of a lie - R. Browning "Master Hughes of Saxe-Gotha"
The snail's on the thorn - Robert Browning "Pippa's Song"
Prepare the feast and pearl the wine - Richard Bruce "Cavalier" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Silhouette on the face of the moon - Richard Bruce "Shadow" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Because I am a shadow in the light - Richard Bruce "Shadow" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Alight on the altar of making - Paola Bruni "The Lesson"
Butter and the sauce of a hundred ripe tomatoes - Paola Bruni "The Lesson"
A little garden all edged with four-o'clocks - Anna Burnham Bryant "My Garden" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
To see the flaming fury of your hate - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"
Flee the eye of Truth - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"
The lying prophets speak - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"
Among bones white and sweet - Rebecca Buchanan "The First Morning in May"
Whose feet are coming behind - Robert Buchanan "The Strange Country"
Each sound is a Soul - Robert Buchanan "The Strange Country"
The fearful deer of death stood not - Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst "Midnight"
The partridge dreamed not of the falcon's foot - Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst "Midnight"
The Pop-Tart lottery - John F. Buckley "Left Behind"
Time delights in dealing wounds which he alone can heal - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
On the barriers that dismay us - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Carve the charter of your birth - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Chasing a mirage that glitters to bewilder and betray - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
A certain rhythm to the essentials - Charles Bukowski "too sweet"
Let my heart forget - C. Burchardt "Complaint"
Remember there are things apart - C. Burchardt "Complaint"
Sow seeds of misery between - C. Burchardt "Complaint"
In the silken light - Elizabeth-Jane Burnett and Tony Lopez "Sea Holly"
Spent their rich inheritance of years - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"
Chartered by the foeman's tent - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"
All the achieving of their tournament - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"
The flashing squadrons of the dawn - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"
Steeped in memories most fair - Richard Burton "The Two Raptures"
The forests blaze with visions - Richard Burton "The Two Raptures"
More treasure than Croesus ever saw - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]
When cloudy weather obscures our skies - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]
The alchemy that transmutes the dregs to elixir - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]
With wonder at common things - James Alpheus Butler, Jr. "Common Things"
Seeking ports of rest - F.W. Butler-Thwing "The Tramp-Ship"
Homeward in the years - F.W. Butler-Thwing "The Tramp-Ship"
Of another language in his sleep - Denver Butson "My Brother"
Praise to the obsidian sole - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"
Which kisses the glass coated asphalt - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"
Prophecy of manual dexterity - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"
The democratization of dark energy - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"
Daily I find that my plans are upset - Isabel C. Byrum "The Troubles of Biddy"
Watch every minute lest danger arise - Isabel C. Byrum "The Troubles of Biddy"
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On our sorrow-trodden sphere - A.B. "Sonnet to Clarkson" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXLIX, v.LVI, Nov. 1844]
Amid this noisy Babel mingle - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Those boundless breadths of forest unrestrained - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Where the lofty pine mounts upward - B.B. "Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
The ashes of heroes enshrouded in glory - J.O.B. "Greece" [Mirror of Literature issue 385 Aug. 1829]
Curling around the perimeter of my reflection - Latif Askia Ba "Douglass Pool"
The betrayal of unworthy secrets - Ingeborg Bachmann "Every Day" transl. by Michael Hamburger
The great freight of the summer - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman
The unmasked smile of the lemurs - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman
Drown with open eyes in light - Ingeborg Bachmann "The Great Freight" transl. by Bill Crisman
And gentlest ray of stars glide down - Rev. Rufus Henry Bacon "Woman's Heart:--A Sonnet. For Julia" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]
Paladins from Jordan's shore - Charles Badham "Lines Written at Warwick Castle"
With the flowers in their flight - Libbie C. Baer "When My Soul Findeth Wings"
Gone with the roses and dew - Libbie C. Baer "When My Soul Findeth Wings"
The hollow they carve in the chest - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"
Rising, luminous, from its own bones - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"
From the ashes of its first life - Rebecca Baggett "Chestnut"
Dread calcifying into prophecy - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"
My desperate belief in other realities - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"
Stripped of my first voice - Desiree C. Bailey "Woman in Dub"
Half a staircase leading up - David Baker "Gravel"
Over the century of beams - David Baker "Gravel"
Only a thin veil hangs between - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"
Will lead through parching sands - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"
Though our paths be separate - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"
Coming to the mercy seat - Julia A. Baker "Mizpah"
The dark dagger of the ocean - Quenton Baker "[we are]"
Across this dirtless moment - Quenton Baker "[we are]"
Textured and untrained - Quenton Baker "[we are]"
In the chasm of our black palms - Quenton Baker "[we are]"
Attains his desire by inquiry - Yusuf Has Hajib Balasaghuni "Wisdom of Royal Glory (1) [excerpts from Kutadgu Bilig]" transl. by Ajinur Setiwaldi
Pouring over a private abundance - Noah Baldino "Felt Flowers"
The tangled top sheet of dreams - Noah Baldino "Felt Flowers"
Not tears by a hard-bought mirth - Faith Baldwin "The Last Demand"
But heart and soul shall be wanting - Faith Baldwin "The Last Demand"
Nothing can your sinews brace - James Ballantine "A Golfing Song"
Will chase all murky vapors off - James Ballantine "A Golfing Song"
Emerald hummingbirds at the window - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"
Snapping their beaks against the fairyglass - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"
Gave him half her dripping heart - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"
Deadly bacteria hides in the sickly yellow - Ashley Bao "Secrets from a Telepath"
Reserved for a duration - Susan Barba "Exhibit 1"
A hummingbird in leafy bowers - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"
Pure quatrain in a poet's heart - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"
The post-script at the end of her letter - Waitman Barbe "The Fly Leaf"
Beneath a sky of cryptic stars - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."
The lute that was his laughter - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."
Broken sword that vanquished all but Night - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."
Who roves where dreamers seek - R.H. Barlow "R.E.H."
Get used to trash along the road - Elizabeth Barnett "You remember the feeling but not what made you feel that way"
Abundant with bees - Aliki Barnstone "Jack's Defeat Creek"
On that first hill of passion - Aliki Barnstone "Jack's Defeat Creek"
And greet a stranger with a kiss - Willis Barnstone "At My Funeral"
A warm chat with friends gone sour - Willis Barnstone "At My Funeral"
Fell gently on my heart like falling dews - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Unto my dreams came stealing - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
In waves of light upon the far, dim shades of night - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
A wanderer from the sense of sight - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Old concealed and obscure arts restored - J. Bastard "The World" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.379, 4 July 1829]
To teach Death more skill than he had before - J. Bastard "The World" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.14, no.379, 4 July 1829]
Of water that only swallows - Gabrielle Bates "Dear Birmingham"
Fantastic tendons to the sky - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"
In the void and dismal yard - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"
Challenging night's trespassers - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"
The solemn legions of the stars - F.N.W. Bateson "Trespassers"
Grew only strangers - Eric Baus "Burning Zither"
My soul stands at the door - Richard Baxter "The Valediction"
A font for all my first thoughts - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"
Old anger waiting to become newer - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"
The equation that solves everything - Jason Bayani "Someday, Again"
For the sound of the daffodil - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"
A protoplasm for next of kin - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"
Scenting the shadows at set of sun - James C. Bayles "In the Gloaming"
Allowing the syntax of one life to persist - Michael Bazzett "The Revisionist"
Fishing for each other, with unbaited hooks - Bruce Beasley "Fishers"
Reached only by oaths and curses - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"
As we are all gods - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"
To be rich of earth - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"
Any pickaxe disguised as love - Sandra Beasley "Say the Word"
From their pulpits sealed with dust - Francis Beaumont "On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey"
Bathed in broken light - Zeina Hashem Beck "There, There, Grieving"
My rose of heart's delight - Charlotte Becker "Song"
Hours away from starvation - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"
To survive overnight - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"
Resurrection of fallen warriors - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"
A bird of bones and air - Robin Becker "Hummingbird"
Light spilling around your edges - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"
Scours you from the inside - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"
Heaving gasps that rattle your hinges - J. M. Bédard "Hatch"
Who created me nimble - Henry Charles Beeching "Prayers"
In three elements free - Henry Charles Beeching "Prayers"
larvae ravening the bitter vine - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"
blood red & brimmed with acid - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"
all your proteins disassemble - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"
with codes & poisons all intact - Amy Beeder "My Poisonous Cousin the Pipevine Swallowtail"
On the chokesome cherry bent - Henry A. Beers "Ye Laye of ye Woodpeckore"
The briar was in his thumb - Henry A. Beers "Ye Laye of ye Woodpeckore"
Dyes with an Excess of Joy - Aphra Behn "In Imitation of Horace"
With Sighs to warm my Soul - Aphra Behn "In Imitation of Horace"
A lake which fell in love with a swan - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
A garden in the absence of a cuckoo - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
A spring which desires a fountain - Ilya Bekhtiya "I Searched for You" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Don't learn from stones - E.C. Belli "Vows"
Folded my sorrows like fitted sheets - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"
Smoothed out for the moon - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"
The weather of the darkest corner - Andrea Blancas Beltran "Year of the Rat, Full Moon in Aries, and Coltrane Plays"
Fretful and full of fire - Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"
Answered by a thousand shouts- Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"
Through sheets of flame- Henry Kirby Benner "Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico no.III: Monterey"
The breeze from the bluebottle's blustering - John Bennett "To Marie"
Eurydice walks on tiptoes - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"
There's only two fates for muses, death or tree - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"
Left on the shelf with worn ballet slippers - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"
And Eurydice has played the role of both - Rebecca Bennett "Eurydice Stands with Attitude"
Made fields of cattails kneel - Ariana Benson "Love Poem in the Black Field"
Heavier than these chains - Ariana Benson "Love Poem in the Black Field"
Filtering into the eye of the sun - Arthur Christopher Benson "Δαιμονιζόμενος"
The doors in your house of clay - Arthur Christopher Benson "Δαιμονιζόμενος"
Sinless in sand - Chase Berggrun "Eccles. 9:7"
Lying hymn-barren on the dirt - Chase Berggrun "Fagus sylvatica 'Pendula'"
Dreamt a grove grown for coffinwood - Chase Berggrun "Fagus sylvatica 'Pendula'"
An obsession with devouring - James Berry "Lion"
Cowers in its white fog bed - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier
The sound of a timid harp - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier
Blossoms a wreath of meadows - Julius Berstl "Highland" transl. by William Saphier
Manifestations of self-discipline - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"
A limited number of patterns - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"
Played in one breath - Jen Bervin "shakuhachi repertoire, handwritten from liner notes"
Pale Queen of the silent night - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"
The sea calls home his crystal waves - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"
All my joys attending - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"
Ebb and flow within my tender heart - Charles Best "A Sonnet of the Moon"
Because something else must belong to him - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"
Where men go mad with craving - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"
Those buried hours - Reginald Dwayne Betts "Legacy"
Beyond the land of day - Clare Bevan "Sleepy Song"
Through sleep's first quarter - Yahya Kemal Beyath "Night" (translated by Roger Finch)
Our dream is at dawn - Yahya Kemal Beyath "Night" (translated by Roger Finch)
Spending a week in Forever - Mark Bibbins "At the End of the Endless Decade"
Recognizes vast motions elsewhere - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"
In the vast ballroom of the universe - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"
Potentials in the wet clockwork of the brain - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"
Stray thoughts from the gentle ticking of action - Russ Bickerstaff "Why Norm Jones Never Feels Like He Gets Anything Done in a Day"
A magical closure of particles - Linda Bierds "The Ghost Trio: 3. Wedgwood: 1790 --Josiah Wedgwood, 1730-1795"
That grew in its flat habit - Linda Bierds "Memento of the Hours"
Unfolds its breathless fan - Linda Bierds "The Stillness, The Dancing"
Under water for a full, astonishing second - George Bilgere "Swim Lessons"
Once without a word was told - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Years their shadows round us raise - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Down the old gray stream will go - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Lingering yet in memory's gaze - G. Clifton Bingham "Sweet Day of Days" [Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.156, v.III, 25 Dec. 1886]
Teeth, tendrils, smiles, and silence - Sharang Biswas "What Is a Monster?"
Against this motion clear in steel - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"
Breaks time's lesser flow - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"
Days that drown our lives - MacKnight Black "Corliss Engine"
Dense with the spent breath - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"
To the hollows of clasped hands - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"
A gathering of shades - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"
Holding its silence like a bell - Malachi Black "Entering Saint Patrick's Cathedral"
The seed of future empire - Edward Blackadder "Annapolis Royal"
War's trumpet sleeps unblown - Edward Blackadder "Annapolis Royal"
Our stars like chess pieces - John S. Blake "No Room to Form"
Streetlights on clear nights - John S. Blake "No Room to Form"
Time's flood sweeps on with endless flow - Isaac Gray Blanchard "Time and Change" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]
The long vista of departed years - Laman Blanchard "Ode to the Human Heart"
With only the sunflowers looking on - Jean Blewett "In Sunflower Time"
The eyes of Mary Magdalene - Jean Blewett "The Two Marys"
My fear inside like a piece of yeast - Julia Bloch "Valley Oak"
Long past the edge of anything calendrical - Julia Bloch "Valley Oak"
The song of the ripples and thrushes - P. Bloomfield "Second-Best"
The silvery smell of chlorine in his clothes - Laurel Blossom "Bonnie Blue"
Echoed off the undulating walls - Laurel Blossom "Bonnie Blue"
Understood why the waves were quiet - Laurel Blossom "By the Sea, By the Sea"
Her unknown face, her untold name - Laurel Blossom "In the Guesthouse"
And down in one hole they did dwell - G. Boare "What Became of Them?"
Sow the first seed of your fury - Cecil Bodker "Fury's Field" transl. by Nadia Christensen
Play a game of dead dolls - Cecil Bodker "Fury's Field" transl. by Nadia Christensen
Within my jealous sight - Otto Leland Bohanan "Go Give the World"
How dreary the winds - Otto Leland Bohanan "Villanelle"
The mad wine of passion - Otto Leland Bohanan "Villanelle"
Where faith is a peril and courtship a cheat - George H. Boker "Mosoor Pacha" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.88, April 1875]
Demands the scope of the sky and the stretch of the sands - George H. Boker "Mosoor Pacha" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.88, April 1875]
Through the shrill singing breezes we go - George H. Boker "Mosoor Pacha" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.88, April 1875]
For have I not eaten the salt and the bread? - George H. Boker "Mosoor Pacha" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.15, no.88, April 1875]
Lightning limned into a hellish door - C. Edgar Bolen "Lycanthropus"
Keep us in the midnight - John R. Bolles "Hymn 2 [Keep us in the midnight]"
That made a nest upon a currant bush - John R. Bolles "Lullaby [There, lullaby, and I will sing to you]"
Whoever takes the devil's bait - John R. Bolles "The Story of Two Bulls"
Became a master of the art of running - John R. Bolles "The Story of Two Bulls"
Yet keeps unfaltering trust - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
Gives zest to every toiler - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
With a smile and words of hope - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
Who by a life heroic conquers - Sarah Knowles Bolton "The Inevitable"
Blossoming in the shadow of the mind - Tanella Boni "There where it's so bright in me" transl. by Todd Fredson
Silence by the extinguished hearth - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"
With sentinel trees on either side - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"
On its dark November dream - G.H. Bonner "Sonnet"
rains dialects rippled on hills - Aaron Boothby "Jurupa Hills/Riverside"
halted by broken sidewalks - Aaron Boothby "Jurupa Hills/Riverside"
Ready to greet the scorching days - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"
Old furnitures, obsolete machineries and funny gadgets - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"
Our wardrobes mostly empty - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"
The peacock feather in the open thesaurus - Mukut Borpujari "Stoic"
A deep breath from the eucalyptus breeze - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Late Afternoon Stroll on the Cliffs"
Silver angels etching great cursive blessings - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Late Afternoon Stroll on the Cliffs"
Spun sugar in branches & twigs - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Lately,"
That a moment chooses you to remember it - Laure-Anne Bosselaar "Lately,"
Invade the country of my reveries - Rita Boumi-Pappas "The Crow" transl. by Kimon Friar
Tear our sleep to tatters - Rita Boumi-Pappas "The Crow" transl. by Kimon Friar
A snow-white butterfly dancing before the fitful gale - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Away it danced with shimmering glee - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Settled awhile upon the mast - Richard Bowen "Genius" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
I live under the wallpaper of the house that no longer belongs to me - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"
I need all the nutrients I can get - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"
Till I heard the nightmare brewing - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"
Hiding among the gypsum flakes - David Bowers-Mason "Phrogger"
Prisoned in gnawing restraint - Karin Boye "A Dedication" transl. by Nadia Christensen
Things beautiful and slow - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"
To capture Beauty's hands - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"
Have wanted clean rain - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"
Tired winds from the south - Kay Boyle "Monody to the Sound of Zithers"
My slow burdens - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"
Their shining garments fade - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"
From my eyes of trust - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"
That radiant cavalcade - Anna Hempstead Branch "While Loveliness Goes By"
To quench the dead - James Brasfield "Late Summer"
Dream-fish to beguile - Alpha Angela Bratton "Slumber Song"
Splendid strength for every test - Alpha Angela Bratton "Slumber Song"
Who can live in heart so glad - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"
See the hare go stealing by - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"
Angling with a baited hook - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"
Through the hedge and down the furrow - Nicholas Breton "The Happy Countryman"
Spark of dry grass - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"
A long divining for water - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"
A cotton silence - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"
After the one that kills us - Susan Briante "13 Questions for the Next Economy"
From each pole a dream-wreath drops - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "Hop Picking"
When earth is grieving for the vanished - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Not Summer's crown of scent]"
Trod dead leaves in chill and wintry ways - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Not Summer's crown of scent]"
The firelit glow of a great hearth's gleam and glare - E. Nesbit and Caris Brooke "[Where do we fly, under deep dark sky?]"
Pulled off the white moon's pallid dress - Jonathan Henderson Brooks "The Resurrection" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Nor spill one dewdrop by the way - Jonathan Henderson Brooks "The Resurrection" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
The early winds took up the words - Jonathan Henderson Brooks "The Resurrection" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
The poor old books that nobody reads - Abbie Farwell Brown "Poor Old Books" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
How lonely their days must be - Abbie Farwell Brown "Poor Old Books" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
Stand up high on the dusty shelves - Abbie Farwell Brown "Poor Old Books" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
Who guarded them from my confusion - Betsy Brown "Dignity in the Home"
Wandered over all earth's lands - J. Crosby Brown, Jr. "Sonnet"
Weaving each burden into words - Lauren L. Brown "Willie Mae Brown (1909-1980)"
With words so sweet and dense - Lauren L. Brown "Willie Mae Brown (1909-1980)"
And I should be afraid to be so unprepared - Molly McCully Brown "Rabbitbrush"
Without instinct for the West - Molly McCully Brown "Rabbitbrush"
The switchgrass pale and starved for groundwater - Molly McCully Brown "Virginia, Autumn"
The war of winds and clouds - T.E. Brown "The Childhood of Kitty of the Sherragh Vane"
The fish swam like brilliant magicians toward the window - Susan Browne "Becoming a Poet"
Their strange beauty my secret - Susan Browne "Becoming a Poet"
As fair as ever saw the North - William Browne "The Rose"
In a little garden all alone - William Browne "The Rose"
If heaven sent no supplies - William Browne "The Rose"
The fairest blossom of the garden dies - William Browne "The Rose"
Midnight in the silence - Robert Browning "Epilogue"
Worked on the bone of a lie - R. Browning "Master Hughes of Saxe-Gotha"
The snail's on the thorn - Robert Browning "Pippa's Song"
Prepare the feast and pearl the wine - Richard Bruce "Cavalier" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Silhouette on the face of the moon - Richard Bruce "Shadow" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Because I am a shadow in the light - Richard Bruce "Shadow" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Alight on the altar of making - Paola Bruni "The Lesson"
Butter and the sauce of a hundred ripe tomatoes - Paola Bruni "The Lesson"
A little garden all edged with four-o'clocks - Anna Burnham Bryant "My Garden" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
To see the flaming fury of your hate - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"
Flee the eye of Truth - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"
The lying prophets speak - Lyman Bryson "The Prophet"
Among bones white and sweet - Rebecca Buchanan "The First Morning in May"
Whose feet are coming behind - Robert Buchanan "The Strange Country"
Each sound is a Soul - Robert Buchanan "The Strange Country"
The fearful deer of death stood not - Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst "Midnight"
The partridge dreamed not of the falcon's foot - Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst "Midnight"
The Pop-Tart lottery - John F. Buckley "Left Behind"
Time delights in dealing wounds which he alone can heal - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
On the barriers that dismay us - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Carve the charter of your birth - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
Chasing a mirage that glitters to bewilder and betray - Clarence Frederick Buhler "The March of Life" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.6, June 1864]
A certain rhythm to the essentials - Charles Bukowski "too sweet"
Let my heart forget - C. Burchardt "Complaint"
Remember there are things apart - C. Burchardt "Complaint"
Sow seeds of misery between - C. Burchardt "Complaint"
In the silken light - Elizabeth-Jane Burnett and Tony Lopez "Sea Holly"
Spent their rich inheritance of years - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"
Chartered by the foeman's tent - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"
All the achieving of their tournament - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"
The flashing squadrons of the dawn - H.I. Burt "From Their Dust"
Steeped in memories most fair - Richard Burton "The Two Raptures"
The forests blaze with visions - Richard Burton "The Two Raptures"
More treasure than Croesus ever saw - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]
When cloudy weather obscures our skies - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]
The alchemy that transmutes the dregs to elixir - Clarence Butler "We Two" [The Continental Monthly v.4 no.5, Nov. 1863]
With wonder at common things - James Alpheus Butler, Jr. "Common Things"
Seeking ports of rest - F.W. Butler-Thwing "The Tramp-Ship"
Homeward in the years - F.W. Butler-Thwing "The Tramp-Ship"
Of another language in his sleep - Denver Butson "My Brother"
Praise to the obsidian sole - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"
Which kisses the glass coated asphalt - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"
Prophecy of manual dexterity - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"
The democratization of dark energy - Bryan Byrdlong "Ode to Black Air Forces"
Daily I find that my plans are upset - Isabel C. Byrum "The Troubles of Biddy"
Watch every minute lest danger arise - Isabel C. Byrum "The Troubles of Biddy"
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