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Your palms two puddles of rain - Ocean Vuong "Anaphora as Coping Mechanism"

As another war coppers the sky - Ocean Vuong "Anaphora as Coping Mechanism"

Your fist choking the dark - Ocean Vuong "Anaphora as Coping Mechanism"

Fills a teacup with champagne - Ocean Vuong "Aubade with Burning City"

Like stones fallen from the sky - Ocean Vuong "Aubade with Burning City"

A loser on a winning streak - Ocean Vuong "Beautiful Short Loser"

It's only midnight for a second - Ocean Vuong "Beautiful Short Loser"

Red is only black remembering - Ocean Vuong "Daily Bread"

Ruptured by a bullet seeking language - Ocean Vuong "Dear Rose"

A borderless translation of errors - Ocean Vuong "Dear Rose"

Amplified by murderous deletions - Ocean Vuong "Dear Rose"

Enough light to drown in - Ocean Vuong "Deto(nation)"

Molasses threads descending toward devotion - Ocean Vuong "Devotion"

The last entry into January - Ocean Vuong "Devotion"

Gravity breaking our kneecaps - Ocean Vuong "Eurydice"

Who carry dreams over mountains - Ocean Vuong "Headfirst"

A blade that sharpens by cutting - Ocean Vuong "Headfirst"

In the museum of the heart - Ocean Vuong "Homewrecker"

People building a burning house - Ocean Vuong "Homewrecker"

A distance we've traveled in circles - Ocean Vuong "Homewrecker"

Burned his last violin - Ocean Vuong "Immigrant Haibun"

Melted into a bead of whiskey - Ocean Vuong "Immigrant Haibun"

Gold rust down my back - Ocean Vuong "Immigrant Haibun"

Hands fluttering between the constellations - Ocean Vuong "Immigrant Haibun"

Turns to laughter in our laps - Ocean Vuong "Immigrant Haibun"

Through a whole green thunderstorm - Ocean Vuong "Immigrant Haibun"

Water whittled down to intention - Ocean Vuong "Immigrant Haibun"

Running toward a rusted horizon - Ocean Vuong "In Newport I Watch My Father Lay His Cheek to a Beached Dolphin's..."

Fireflies strung through sapphired air - Ocean Vuong "Into the Breach"

Keeps its shadow by swallowing it - Ocean Vuong "Into the Breach"

Where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes - Ocean Vuong "Kissing in Vietnamese"

The night full of black teeth - Ocean Vuong "A Little Closer to the Edge"

Shreds itself with cricket cries - Ocean Vuong "A Little Closer to the Edge"

The way thirst holds water - Ocean Vuong "A Little Closer to the Edge"

Midnight's neon parking lot - Ocean Vuong "Ode to Masturbation"

Drowned from too much thirst - Ocean Vuong "Ode to Masturbation"

The tongue of unbridled nourishment - Ocean Vuong "Ode to Masturbation"

With every rib humming - Ocean Vuong "Ode to Masturbation"

The desperation of unstruck piano keys - Ocean Vuong "Ode to Masturbation"

Whose trees know the weight of history - Ocean Vuong "Ode to Masturbation"

Gathering the memory of rust & iron - Ocean Vuong "Ode to Masturbation"

Pin this antlered heartbeat back to earth - Ocean Vuong "Ode to Masturbation"

A brief rainbow through a mist of rust - Ocean Vuong "Of Thee I Sing"

For a shard of your memory - Ocean Vuong "Of Thee I Sing"

This amber light whittled down - Ocean Vuong "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous"

Unbreakable dawn mounting in your throat - Ocean Vuong "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous"

A blade of honey between our shadows - Ocean Vuong "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous"

Our heads haloed with gnats - Ocean Vuong "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous"

Cleaving the wind into fragments - Ocean Vuong "Prayer for the Newly Damned"

A question corroding his tongue - Ocean Vuong "Prayer for the Newly Damned"

A tooth tossed down a well - Ocean Vuong "Queen Under the Hill"

A word exiled from the prayer - Ocean Vuong "Queen Under the Hill"

Turning bones into sonatas - Ocean Vuong "Queen Under the Hill"

Unleash their sweetest wrongs - Ocean Vuong "Queen Under the Hill"

The sparrows who flew from falling Rome - Ocean Vuong "Seventh Circle of Earth"

Nested inside each thimbled throat - Ocean Vuong "Seventh Circle of Earth"

A question ready to open roots - Ocean Vuong "The Smallest Measure"

Carved from centuries of hunger - Ocean Vuong "The Smallest Measure"

Whittled down to a single red trip wire - Ocean Vuong "Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong"

Mistake these walls for skin - Ocean Vuong "Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong"

The faithful work of drowning - Ocean Vuong "Telemachus"

A razor sharpened with silence - Ocean Vuong "Thanksgiving 2006"

Blood thin as a widow's tears - Ocean Vuong "Thanksgiving 2006"

The rain falling through him - Ocean Vuong "Threshold"

The cost of entering a song - Ocean Vuong "Threshold"

Always October in my throat - Ocean Vuong "To My Father/To My Future Son"

Filled with all the colors of the sky - Ocean Vuong "To My Father/To My Future Son"

The exit wounds of every misfired word - Ocean Vuong "To My Father/To My Future Son"

Revealing the briefest doors - Ocean Vuong "Trojan"

This belly full of blades & brutes - Ocean Vuong "Trojan"

When we're this close to the devil - Ocean Vuong "Untitled (Blue, Green, and Brown): oil on canvas: Mark Rothko: 1952"

The room made of broken mockingbirds - Ocean Vuong "Untitled (Blue, Green, and Brown): oil on canvas: Mark Rothko: 1952"

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No longer interested in the trillium - Ellen Bryant Voigt "The Field Trip"

The chaperone lingers at the adder's-tongue - Ellen Bryant Voigt "The Field Trip"

The doomed shrub fanned against the rockface - Ellen Bryant Voigt "The Field Trip"

Who carved a scorpion on his arm - Ellen Bryant Voigt "The Field Trip"

The long dream left behind - Ellen Bryant Voigt "Kyrie" (p.17)

With few details and much regret - Ellen Bryant Voigt "Kyrie" (p.17)

To drink the wine of astonishment - Ellen Bryant Voigt "Kyrie" (p.27)

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As if the sky had been of glass and had fallen - Mark Van Doren "Alfalfa Coming"

A river of strange waters flowed - Mark Van Doren "Communication"

All around the current intervened its sound - Mark Van Doren "Communication"

Fences draw their feet up out of the sod - Mark Van Doren "High Meadows"

The mountain has grown weary of its stone - Mark Van Doren "High Meadows"

Not know what house we shall come back to - Mark Van Doren "High Meadows"

The mind lies down among them - Mark Van Doren "The Hills of Little Cornwall"

Snug in the perilous knowledge - Mark Van Doren "The Hills of Little Cornwall"

Where a thought, doubling upon itself, considers the way - Mark Van Doren "The Hills of Little Cornwall"

Indulge it to the nick of death - Mark Van Doren "The Hills of Little Cornwall"

The last thin acre of stalks that stood - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

Was never the end of the wheat - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

In front of the sickle something rose - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

But our worst blows dangled in the air - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

Nothing could touch the little soul of the grain - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

Early seeds lay cold in the ground - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

Burrowed back with never a sound - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

The sun this morning is of no avail - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

A land that cannot cast one sparkle back - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

The walls are dead with dust - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

Only the dead this morning are not old - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

What the perishable flesh might hide - Mark Van Doren "The Last Word"

Waits no longer minute than she must - Mark Van Doren "Midwife Cat"

To heave their shadows far and high - Mark Van Doren "Midwife Cat"

Walks all night upon a narrow rafter - Mark Van Doren "Midwife Cat"

All of this is nothing to the night - Mark Van Doren "Possession"

A warm still wind upon my face - Mark Van Doren "Possession"

And I stood naked among stars - Mark Van Doren "Possession"

When every twig and star is dead - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

On a night of whirling snow - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Knock and enter and be fed with fire and wine - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

The outer heights of darkness tumble - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Tumble down and in upon our brains - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Sitting there so bitter-bright - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Of cynic ice and sudden white blasts - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Blasts of understanding blown - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Right and left earth and sky desert me - Mark Van Doren "River Snow"

Appears, crosses the hollow place, and goes again - Mark Van Doren "River Snow"

Not one path is open through the snow - Mark Van Doren "River Snow"

And the hard sunlight entered like a sword - Mark Van Doren "The Spring in the Pantry"

Come under the trembling hedge - Mark Van Doren "Spring Thunder"

Did you hear the edge of winter crumble? - Mark Van Doren "Spring Thunder"

Lying for warmth against my heart - Mark Van Doren "Three Friends"

Time smiles at us, and rests his heels - Mark Van Doren "Three Friends"

Outside a hundred horses graze - Mark Van Doren "Three Friends"

Shivered in sudden naked shame - Mark Van Doren "To a Great Lady in My Small House"

A frown would have gone better - Mark Van Doren "To a Great Lady in My Small House"

A lie my misery was finished by - Mark Van Doren "To a Great Lady in My Small House"

East and south are black with speeding storm - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

Thunder, low and far, remembering nothing - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

Gathers a new world under it and growls - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

A swift dark wind that turns the maples pale - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

Will lie in barns and laugh at the lightning - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

And wonder when a rain will come that way - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

Too weak to climb a solid fence - Mark Van Doren "Waterfall Sound"

The leaves that every autumn drives before - Mark Van Doren "Waterfall Sound"

And the brook receives it home with a roar - Mark Van Doren "Waterfall Sound"

Comes one day to the minds of waiting men - Mark Van Doren "Waterfall Sound"

Something swift runs under the grass - Mark Van Doren "Wind in the Grass"

Unfasten your mind, and follow it hence - Mark Van Doren "Wind in the Grass"

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The red of the unseen blaze - Gustavo Alberto Garcia Vaca "Had Been There"

As one does when experiencing mortality - Gustavo Alberto Garcia Vaca "Had Been There"

The boulevard of broken glass - Gustavo Alberto Garcia Vaca "Had Been There"

Bursting into itself as night draped above - Gustavo Alberto Garcia Vaca "Had Been There"

A fire of my expectation and the brightening of an eye - Gustavo Alberto Garcia Vaca "Had Been There"

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How each fist knots, each knuckle locks - Divya Victor Blood/Soil"

A garland of buds plucked from the camphorweed - Divya Victor Blood/Soil"

With mirrors held to the bottom of lakes - Divya Victor "Make/Do"

With two bags and three names at the border - Divya Victor "Make/Do"

Pulling history towards these feet - Divya Victor "Threshold"

Sheaves of visas lost in monsoon floods - Divya Victor "Threshold"

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The jewel of the just - Henry Vaughan "Beyond the Veil"

As angels in some brighter dreams - Henry Vaughan "Beyond the Veil"

If a star were confined - Henry Vaughan "Beyond the Veil"

Her captive flames must needs burn - Henry Vaughan "Beyond the Veil"

Shine through all the sphere - Henry Vaughan "Beyond the Veil"

The rose that cannot wither - Henry Vaughan "Peace"

The youthful world's grey fathers - Henry Vaughan "The Rainbow"

Storms turn to music, clouds to smiles and air - Henry Vaughan "The Rainbow"

And pours balm on the cleft earth - Henry Vaughan "The Rainbow"

Bright pledge of peace and sunshine - Henry Vaughan "The Rainbow"

Taught my tongue to wound - Henry Vaughan "The Retreat"

Bright shoots of everlastingness - Henry Vaughan "The Retreat"

And tread again that ancient track - Henry Vaughan "The Retreat"

The sad tumults of the maze - Henry Vaughan "To My Ingenious Friend, R. W."

Into the drowsy fields of Lethe - Henry Vaughan "To My Ingenious Friend, R. W."

Shall find their fables true - Henry Vaughan "To My Ingenious Friend, R. W."

Shining nowhere but in the dark - Henry Vaughan "The World of Light"

In some brighter dreams call to the soul - Henry Vaughan "The World of Light"

Some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes - Henry Vaughan "The World of Light"

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In search of things to ponder - Edward van de Vendel "The Bottommest"

A figure-skating elephant - Edward van de Vendel "The Bottommest"

The mountains were five times as wide - Edward van de Vendel "Grandma Knitting"

Five times as steep and wild - Edward van de Vendel "Grandma Knitting"

Whose somersault never got off the ground - Edward van de Vendel "Here's the Idea"

Tomorrow they can be heroes again - Edward van de Vendel "Here's the Idea"

Muscles whose speed you have tamed - Edward van de Vendel "I'll Root for You"

Impossible beats possible - Edward van de Vendel "Impossible Beats Possible"

Two hundred million to nil - Edward van de Vendel "Impossible Beats Possible"

Jump in front of every storm - Edward van de Vendel "Ski Jumpers"

Trees that always worry - Edward van de Vendel "Tree Sports"

Does a growing oak keep lists? - Edward van de Vendel "Tree Sports"

When we've run ourselves into the dust - Edward van de Vendel "Tree Sports"

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Ambrosia spoiled by the gods - Crystal Valentine "Blood Sex"

Monsters basking in our blood - Crystal Valentine "Blood Sex"

Celebrate the art of our unmaking - Crystal Valentine "Blood Sex"

Until it becomes my own dim map - Crystal Valentine "Blood Sex"

In gardens pastored by snakes - Crystal Valentine "Blood Sex"

Blood the skies like a storm of Gods - Crystal Valentine "Blood Sex"

Preserved behind velvet doors - Crystal Valentine "Blood Sex"

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The finger of radiant winter weaves - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: The Glory of the Heavens" transl. by Alma Strettell

The foliage of the stars in glittering sheaves - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: The Glory of the Heavens" transl. by Alma Strettell

Seething through paths of scattering flame - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: The Glory of the Heavens" transl. by Alma Strettell

Tumults consumed in whirlpools - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: The Glory of the Heavens" transl. by Alma Strettell

Irradiate with flaming dawns - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: Joy" transl. by Alma Strettell

Among the golden fruit upon the wall - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: Joy" transl. by Alma Strettell

Where hollyhocks stand tall - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: Joy" transl. by Alma Strettell

Which time may not destroy - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: Joy" transl. by Alma Strettell

Holding the stubborn hope of conquering - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: Life" transl. by Alma Strettell

Drunk with the great human battle of wills - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: Life" transl. by Alma Strettell

Opens one's heart to the law - Emile Verhaeren "La Multiple Splendeur: Life" transl. by Alma Strettell

That twined elm-boughs hold - Emile Verhaeren "Les Apparus dans mes Chemins: The Gardens" transl. by Alma Strettell

Ascend stairwise to expectation's height - Emile Verhaeren "Les Apparus dans mes Chemins: The Gardens" transl. by Alma Strettell

The wind a wordless rhapsody - Emile Verhaeren "Les Apparus dans mes Chemins: The Gardens" transl. by Alma Strettell

All one ferment of varied gold - Emile Verhaeren "Les Apparus dans mes Chemins: St. George" transl. by Alma Strettell

One tumult of haggard gold - Emile Verhaeren "Les Apparus dans mes Chemins: St. George" transl. by Alma Strettell

Bright joy amid my stones - Emile Verhaeren "Les Apparus dans mes Chemins: St. George" transl. by Alma Strettell

Folly upon the lees of shame - Emile Verhaeren "Les Apparus dans mes Chemins: St. George" transl. by Alma Strettell

Speeding along in leaps of flame - Emile Verhaeren "Les Apparus dans mes Chemins: St. George" transl. by Alma Strettell

This landscape's clear and tender sky - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires I" transl. by Alma Strettell

The emblems of our own delight - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires I" transl. by Alma Strettell

In the dew's bright morning hour - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires VIII" transl. by Alma Strettell

Meadows whereon grow the flowers of flame - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires VIII" transl. by Alma Strettell

Between her fingers crystal-bright - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires VIII" transl. by Alma Strettell

The white flame of countless diamonds burns - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires VIII" transl. by Alma Strettell

Frail plumes of sun and silver - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires XVII" transl. by Alma Strettell

Where yet the twilight clings - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires XVII" transl. by Alma Strettell

In the dark winds from the North - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours II" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Carven column whereon monsters cling - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours III" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Thirsty memory drinks deep - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours III" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Of kindred echoes from past years - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours III" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Trysts with grief have kept - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours III" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

To brood upon the sleeping silences - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours IV" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

The slow and steady drip of water from a reed - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours IV" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Undimmed by hovering wraith of doubt - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours IV" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

My heart was eaten by corroding rust - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours V" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

All the shadows secretly meditate - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours VI" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

With their tinsel and their toys - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours VII" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Within the chains that language wrought - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours IX" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

The million laws of nature's realm - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours X" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Silver tides from all the universe - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours X" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

All the winding pathways of our thought - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours XII" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Far-flung blossoms of desire - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours XII" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Wind and waver, glide and glance - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours XIV" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Too deep for language to impart - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours XV" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Holds the black night in leash - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours XX" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Where voyage veils of gossamer - Emile Verhaeren "The Sunlit Hours XXIV" transl. by Charles Royier Murphy

Wings of sparks and spangles - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Bell-Ringer" transl. by Alma Strettell

Fire with hands of boiling gold - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Bell-Ringer" transl. by Alma Strettell

A dreary shred of wreckage - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Ferryman" transl. by Alma Strettell

Still lashed and bit the tide - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Ferryman" transl. by Alma Strettell

Carrion by the current sent - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoirs: The Fishermen" transl. by Alma Strettell

So hard and harsh the midnights chime - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Fishermen" transl. by Alma Strettell

The midnights harsh of autumn time - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Fishermen" transl. by Alma Strettell

His freight of petty misery - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Fishermen" transl. by Alma Strettell

The wreckage dark of his remorse - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Fishermen" transl. by Alma Strettell

The thick felt of the mist's white hood - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Fishermen" transl. by Alma Strettell

The sere old fishermen of madness - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Fishermen" transl. by Alma Strettell

In the garden yonder of yews and death - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell

Surviving their own dead selves - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell

Vex them with ceaseless scourge and fret - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell

Graves in every corner yawn - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell

Clothed with flame and embers bright - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell

And a bitter store of arid sarcasms - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell

A prey to the dull knell's sound - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Grave-Digger" transl. by Alma Strettell

Rags that cling about the sullen sky - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: Rain" transl. by Alma Strettell

Struggling in sweat and steam - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: Rain" transl. by Alma Strettell

And every dwelling weeps - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: Rain" transl. by Alma Strettell

Cumbered with her clinging shades immense - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: Rain" transl. by Alma Strettell

Weary weaving of curves and lines - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

The flaxen hemp still plaits its chain - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Draws the horizons in to him - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Years convulsed with pang and throe - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Toward Canaan's blue traced golden paths - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Strokes of tocsin and assassin's knife - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Fields of flax and of osiers red - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

From depths of evening's treasury dim - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Of an architecture grown effete - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Twin stairs of gold suspend their steps of blue - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Mildness held the keys of the colossal silence - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Embers of hope upon the ashen air - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Each great nocturnal planet steadfast - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

Toward that distance of eddying light - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Rope-Maker" transl. by Alma Strettell

An ample force supreme - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Silence" transl. by Alma Strettell

Stretch their straight lines unbent - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Silence" transl. by Alma Strettell

Fork off in curves malevolent - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Silence" transl. by Alma Strettell

Lends fresh aspects to the mirage - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Silence" transl. by Alma Strettell

Downs of gold beflecked with shadows' flight - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Silence" transl. by Alma Strettell

The argent eyes of Its mute mysteries - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Silence" transl. by Alma Strettell

The apron of all inclement weather - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Snow" transl. by Alma Strettell

The apron of woes and misery - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Snow" transl. by Alma Strettell

In wild and vagabond tatters hurled - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Snow" transl. by Alma Strettell

Dead leaves from the birches - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Wind" transl. by Alma Strettell

The three hundred roads meet - Emile Verhaeren "Les Villages Illusoires: The Wind" transl. by Alma Strettell

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Sulphur and the fertile fragrance of ferns - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Beneath the Southern Cross"

Whose features are a timeless genealogy - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Beneath the Southern Cross"

What we cannot see remains a true reality - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Beneath the Southern Cross"

The ancient star trails that sang them home - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Beneath the Southern Cross"

Paradise until the freeze came killing - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Cahuilla Bird Songs"

The marrow of his dreams sucked nearly dry - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Dreaming"

Shaping the real from the dream - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Dreaming"

A ribbon of geese drifts high above - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Eye of the Flute"

A rusty tractor sits fallow in the field - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Eye of the Flute"

That holds the breath to play all songs to life - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Eye of the Flute"

Within the still-point of the song - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Eye of the Flute"

The call of a long journey echoing across - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Eye of the Flute"

The sun descending the ceremonial ring - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Fox Paw and Coyote Blessing"

A fire-wind funneled to order - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "From the Front of the Fourth World"

Became greedy in a world of plenty - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "From the Front of the Fourth World"

Deep in the earth with a reed to breathe through - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "From the Front of the Fourth World"

And the desert sands whispered in the wind - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "From the Front of the Fourth World"

Everything was washed to wilting - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "I Saw My Father Today"

A black hole swallowing the stars - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Lamplight"

Echoing the well of mystery within me - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Lamplight"

Reflecting my own stranger's face in the window - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Lamplight"

Together we hint of sunrise - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Lamplight"

All of life catapulted into one day - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "A Light to Do Shellwork By"

Filtering through the waiting of the grownups - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "A Light to Do Shellwork By"

The ocean sang in my father's hands - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "A Light to Do Shellwork By"

Old stories etched on the lifeline of my father's palm - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "A Light to Do Shellwork By"

The hot sun and the relentless desert beyond - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Mama's Water Story"

A glowing ember in a desert campfire at midnight - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Red Shawl"

A slow dance moving to some silent blues - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Red Shawl"

Bare feet dancing the rhythm of her dream - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Red Shawl"

Hidden hurts that rise in dreams - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Stardust"

Drifting to some lost and fading place - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Stardust"

Stars wedded to earth in some grand cosmic tying - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Stardust"

Stardust standing amidst a field of stones - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Stardust"

Escaping Orion who always pursues - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Starry Night"

A great bear tracking across the endless sky - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Starry Night"

A billion stars pulsating in my veins - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Starry Night"

Singing my light in a universe of endless stars - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Starry Night"

A gathering of golden quail waiting - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "Summer 1945"

Older than the first burst of stars exploding the darkness - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "There Is a Fire"

Who knew how to bring the stars down to earth - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "There Is a Fire"

Even with all the forgetting the fire endured - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "There Is a Fire"

Each branch and limb of oak was a prayer - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "There Is a Fire"

Saw the light of fires along a distant shore - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "There Is a Fire"

Our world so subject to fences - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Universe We Are"

Rocks in the sea of its own primordial past - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The Universe We Are"

From galaxy to flower divine - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "What Is Now"

Hands outstretched groping through shadows - Georgiana Valoyce-Sanchez "The White Buffalo Painting"

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A fragrant dusk of coming thunder - Maximilian Voloshin "The Birth of a Poem" transl. by A. S. K. [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

The odor of flowers that reaches a scream - Maximilian Voloshin "The Birth of a Poem" transl. by A. S. K. [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

From the bottom of the labyrinth - Maximilian Voloshin "The Birth of a Poem" transl. by A. S. K. [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Visions crowd in a quailing host - Maximilian Voloshin "The Birth of a Poem" transl. by A. S. K. [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

Blossoms into a hyacinth-flower, cold, fragrant, white - Maximilian Voloshin "The Birth of a Poem" transl. by A. S. K. [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

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As a tulip arrays its flame - Karen Volkman "Labor as a Tulip"

Rooting it into appalled memento - Karen Volkman "Labor as a Tulip"

A light says why - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

Slips between our whim - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

For all the hands that miss you - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

Who thought a dark eye could save you - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

Night with its black paws curled - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

Only two names to remember - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

No man's borrowed light - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

Call the far-sighted foxes - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

Contingency has arms and hands - Karen Volkman "A Light Says Why"

A turning mood speaking itself - Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Laughing below, the unimagined room]"

Conscious cloud seeking its edge - Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Laughing below, the unimagined room]"

Describing term as boundary - Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Laughing below, the unimagined room]"

Mother of mirrors, angel of the acts - Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Laughing below, the unimagined room]"

Summon the same blue breadth - Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Laughing below, the unimagined room]"

The star suborning in its ruptured fields - Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Laughing below, the unimagined room]"

Dispensing damage like a hollow hell - Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be]"

The whiteblue well of constant water- Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be]"

Sheen that bleeds blue beauty- Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be]"

Taught drowns and booms and vowels- Karen Volkman "Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be]"

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Both here and of other waters - R.A. Villanueva "Annus Mirabilis"

Their ceremony of first cuts - R.A. Villanueva "Annus Mirabilis"

Learn now about hunger - R.A. Villanueva "Annus Mirabilis"

Of coral come to life in the night - R.A. Villanueva "Archipelagic"

Crossing a field of brambles and thorns - R.A. Villanueva "Archipelagic"

Flights of origami swans - R.A. Villanueva "This dark is the same dark as when you close"

Throwing stars and fortune tellers - R.A. Villanueva "This dark is the same dark as when you close"

The bridge he's set to repeat - R.A. Villanueva "This dark is the same dark as when you close"

A saint shadowed by the axe - R.A. Villanueva "This dark is the same dark as when you close"

Where rock doves would be brought to nest - R.A. Villanueva "When Doves"

Their eggs tended by priests - R.A. Villanueva "When Doves"

Guarded by hired knives - R.A. Villanueva "When Doves"

Yolks needed to bind portraits to walls - R.A. Villanueva "When Doves"

A sky gilded with violets and myrrh - R.A. Villanueva "When Doves"

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Musical as a sea-gull - Jose Garcia Villa "Lyrics: II (17)"

Must be a brightness moving - Jose Garcia Villa "Lyrics: II (17)"

Hold secret a bird's flowering - Jose Garcia Villa "Lyrics: II (17)"

Must kneel like a rose - Jose Garcia Villa "Lyrics: II (17)"

Hear the luminance of dove and deer - Jose Garcia Villa "Lyrics: II (17)"

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And thickening clouds prevail - Jones Very "The Clouded Morning"

Curtains all the horizon round - Jones Very "The Clouded Morning"

Overhead in heavy stillness sail - Jones Very "The Clouded Morning"

Outlines lost and blended with the sky - Jones Very "The Clouded Morning"

And the storm has not heeded - Jones Very "The Winter Bird"

My heart in life's winter - Jones Very "The Winter Bird"

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Zero gravity democracy - Vickie Vertiz "Only we make beautiful things just to destroy them"

Swing at the exploding star - Vickie Vertiz "Only we make beautiful things just to destroy them"

Their boots knew the footwork - Vickie Vertiz "Under the Spell of Conjunto"

Blue neon on everyone's face - Vickie Vertiz "Under the Spell of Conjunto"

Our tubas concerned with what's original - Vickie Vertiz "Under the Spell of Conjunto"

The turn wasn't taut enough - Vickie Vertiz "Under the Spell of Conjunto"

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If life were like a rose designed - Edward A. Uffington Valentine "If Like a Rose"

That proves its purpose to be fair - Edward A. Uffington Valentine "If Like a Rose"

The flower of the heart's ideal - Edward A. Uffington Valentine "If Like a Rose"

Beneath the stress of time unfold - Edward A. Uffington Valentine "If Like a Rose"

Calm in an accomplished fate - Edward A. Uffington Valentine "If Like a Rose"

Yield up the harvest of our hours - Edward A. Uffington Valentine "If Like a Rose"

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