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The cicadas have won over the echo - Russell Brakefield "After the Labor Day Procession"

The miniature moon of some perfect little planet - Russell Brakefield "After the Labor Day Procession"

And on through reels of inheritance - Russell Brakefield "The Ballad Form"

That doesn't move for fear of standing still - Russell Brakefield "Distances Between the Head and Chest"

Their shadows dwindled to bare and patchy masses - Russell Brakefield "Effigy"

All the yards torn by their green rust beings - Russell Brakefield "Effigy"

All forgotten beasts are left to forage - Russell Brakefield "Effigy"

So that my dreams embark in engravings - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Best not to know the cooling kettle - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

A highball of history and radio - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Bodies shaken out of all but stars - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Troves of lost sons from the old world - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

I organize on vinyl and per diems - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Burns needle rags into the brain - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The wind plays tricks on the eyes - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Hawks hold up the highway - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The sudden turn of life on the air - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Cut by the shadow song of theft - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The lumberjack's alphabet covers loss and leisure - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Swarms with rows of grafted halos - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

All knowledge convict to the body - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

And keeps quiet the worrying wind - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Makes a nest of inbound hulls and masts - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Dock and harbor clap with specters - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Anchors cut by the wind - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Holds a goldmine in the sky - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

A heart attack on the bottom line - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Texas heat stalks me like a question - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

No lead sheet for this lament - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The night shakes out its own lament - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

And tempts me back out on the road - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

I'm no more minstrel than ghost - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

The shape of a note starts with loss - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Preserve they say and mean repent - Russell Brakefield "Field Recordings"

Language plucked from history's catalogue - Russell Brakefield "Florist's Apprentice, Age 19"

Robs all the brilliant light of the universe - Russell Brakefield "Florist's Apprentice, Age 19"

The horizon sucks at the smokestacks - Russell Brakefield "Gate Keeper"

The buildings splitting in a rapture of foundations - Russell Brakefield "Gate Keeper"

And sell their bodies to the wind - Russell Brakefield "Halcyon and Her Mortal Lover"

Spins in an act of revision - Russell Brakefield "The High and Lonesome Sound: I. Fiddle"

Tangled below the hum of lunar membrane - Russell Brakefield "The High and Lonesome Sound: I. Fiddle"

Traces scars cut deep into the dreamwood - Russell Brakefield "Mackinaw Island"

The swaying commerce of violence - Russell Brakefield "Mackinaw Island"

To cut the knot of narrative - Russell Brakefield "Myth"

Walk towards a faint murmur of water - Russell Brakefield "Myth"

New light waiting just out of reach - Russell Brakefield "Myth"

Other prey too shudders with the light - Russell Brakefield "Pardon, Trout Farm"

Investigating again the mystic - Russell Brakefield "Pardon, Trout Farm"

A cease fire for even the wilder kingdom - Russell Brakefield "Pardon, Trout Farm"

Radio dust stretched across the night sky - Russell Brakefield "The Perseids"

Go out and gather the oldest fires of the universe - Russell Brakefield "The Perseids"

Deeper into the pit of pitch and mesquite - Russell Brakefield "Raccoon Sighting Before Intimacy"

Backlit by a scattered clutch of charcoal - Russell Brakefield "Raccoon Sighting Before Intimacy"

Carved by the slag of too much coffee - Russell Brakefield "Raccoon Sighting Before Intimacy"

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

A walk-around dance of rain and dew - Russell Brakefield "Rag"

Towards a mastery of disappearance and creation - Russell Brakefield "Shutter, Lag"

Could not convince me of our separate dreaming - Russell Brakefield "Shutter, Lag"

The thin cycle of streetlamps on pavement - Russell Brakefield "This Is America and We Are Boys"

Ghost hounds back for the scraps - Russell Brakefield "This Is America and We Are Boys"

Count a tornado of slow concessions - Russell Brakefield "This Is America and We Are Boys"

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

The ribs of March are kicking through - Russell Brakefield "The Way We Learned to Sing"

Opened room enough in the sky for the stars - Russell Brakefield "The Way We Learned to Sing"

Sends a wraith beneath the surface - Russell Brakefield "The Wraith in the Creek"

Draw straws for mercy - Russell Brakefield "The Wraith in the Creek"

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An unwinking beacon, sister to stars - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Blaster Bill" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

Would plot a course to Hades for a thrill - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Blaster Bill" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

Start crying down the wrath of Baal - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Blaster Bill" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

To whom perfection was a sort of predilection - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Blaster Bill" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

Narrowed the span between the near and the far - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Venus Nell" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

Who labor and toil in unmapped soil - Nelson S. Bond "The Ballad of Venus Nell" [Planet Stories summer 1941 issue]

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Hurry by to the wind's desire - Vera M. Brittain "Boar's Hill, October, 1919"

Who always delighted to roam - Vera M. Brittain "Boar's Hill, October, 1919"

Dreams the dim hills of the future - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

Awake to the glory of day - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

Glad with the triumph of runners - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

By no shadows or memories haunted - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

The stars of a mellow September - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

The chill empty lanes of November - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

When their lamps were burning low - Vera M. Brittain "The German Ward"

In the path of life you sought your prize - Vera M. Brittain "The Only Son"

My steep track of anguish and tears - Vera M. Brittain "A Parting Word"

Seeking the shadow of a dream - Vera M. Brittain "Roundel ('Died of Wounds')"

Seldom they enter into song or story - Vera M. Brittain "The Sisters Buried at Lemnos"

Though the world's regard may cease - Vera M. Brittain "The Sisters Buried at Lemnos"

Splendid in triumphant waking - Vera M. Brittain "The Sisters Buried at Lemnos"

Only the hope of a gallant heart - Vera M. Brittain "That Which Remaineth"

Steady strife for a deathless crown - Vera M. Brittain "That Which Remaineth"

Sought to rend the stars from Heaven - Vera M. Brittain "To a Fallen Idol"

Lonely here in recognition's hour - Vera M. Brittain "To A V.C."

The lost reward of gallant hearts - Vera M. Brittain "To A V.C."

Brought me finer gifts than gold - Vera M. Brittain "To Monseigneur"

In capable serenity of mind - Vera M. Brittain "To My Ward-Sister"

The tempest none escape - Vera M. Brittain "To My Ward-Sister"

To tread the untroubled road again - Vera M. Brittain "To My Ward-Sister"

Your voices in the whispering trees - Vera M. Brittain "To Them"

Voices to feeble to utter a cry - Vera M. Brittain "Vengeance Is Mine"

Rivers of scarlet and crosses of grey - Vera M. Brittain "Vengeance Is Mine"

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A thistle will do away with your hunger - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Not the abstracted greens of surrender - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Follow the flower that evades capture - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Learn the work song of smaller creatures - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

This forest of branches is your inheritance - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

As you blend into shrub and rock - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Dry is the land that holds you - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

The familiar pitch of olive harvest - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Gathered for processions yet to come - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

A voice of closeness to the earth - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Half an egg in a pool of oil - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Rough angles with the color purple - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

Slanted sunsets beyond forbidden shores - Omar Berrada "A Thistle Will Do"

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A pleasure in the pathless woods - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

A rapture on the lonely shore - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

Bidding nations quake - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

Such as creation's dawn beheld - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

My joy of youthful sports - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

The passion and the power to roam - Lord Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (selections)

Breathed in the face of the foe - Lord Byron "The Destruction of Sennacherib"

The eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly - Lord Byron "The Destruction of Sennacherib"

This the man of thousand thrones - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Strewed our earth with hostile bones - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

That spell upon the minds of men - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

The rapture of the strife - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Who of old would rend the oak - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

In the sternness of they strength - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Dared depart in utter scorn - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Cast crowns for rosaries away - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

From thy reluctant hand the thunderbolt - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Would soar the solar height - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

To set in such a starless night - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Worth thy vanished diadem - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

In loitering mood upon the sand - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Brooding in thy prisoned rage - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

Like the thief of fire from heaven - Lord Byron "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte"

The worm, the canker, and the grief - Lord Byron "On this Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year"

Tread those reviving passions down - Lord Byron "On this Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year"

Like music on the waters - Lord Byron "Stanzas for Music"

Weaving her bright chain - Lord Byron "Stanzas for Music"

Man marks the earth with ruin - Byron "To the Ocean"

Decay has dried up realms to deserts - Byron "To the Ocean"

Such as creation's dawn beheld - Byron "To the Ocean"

The rainbow to the storms of life - Byron [untitled]

Tints to-morrow with prophet ray - Byron [untitled]

And the moon be still as bright - Byron "We'll Go No More a-Roving"

The sword outwears its sheath - Byron "We'll Go No More a-Roving"

And the heart must pause to breathe - Byron "We'll Go No More a-Roving"

And the day returns too soon - Byron "We'll Go No More a-Roving"

Parted in silence and tears - Lord Byron "When we Two parted"

The warning of what I feel now - Lord Byron "When we Two parted"

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In this doll's house lived together - Edmund Blunden "Almswomen"

Death's shadow at the door - Edmund Blunden "Almswomen"

A honeycomb of fruit and flowers - Edmund Blunden "Almswomen"

Scared by the harsh storm - Edmund Blunden "Almswomen"

On his bonfires burns the thorns and dross - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

Who in great zig-zag blows the bee - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

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

The old forge and mill are shut and done - Edmund Blunden "April Byeway"

Sounded through the haze of harvest - Edmund Blunden "The Canal"

While the bat and beetle flew - Edmund Blunden "Forefathers"

The warm air webbed with dew - Edmund Blunden "Forefathers"

Crouching dust and wind-blown sand - Edmund Blunden "The Giant Puffball"

The sun flings off the shadows - Edmund Blunden "The March Bee"

Cold countless quaking windflowers - Edmund Blunden "The March Bee"

Bold gnats that revel round my solitude - Edmund Blunden "The March Bee"

Still hearkening to the bee - Edmund Blunden "The March Bee"

Still creaked the grasshoppers' rasping unison - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

The whisper through the tansies run - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

And the quill on the quicksilver water - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

Playing buccaneer among the minnows - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

Wonder prowling through old drowned barges - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

Fallen plum-bloom stars the green - Edmund Blunden "The Poor Man's Pig"

Wasps on the mudbanks - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Marshalled armies in the silent air - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Armies out of the burnt void - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

With shouldered scythe still bare - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

The roar of thunder joining battle - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

And the cuckoo called again - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Oncoming voices in the vortex - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

The cataract whirlwinds clash - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Flinching not to flame or bolt - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Came a roar ten-thousand-fold - Edmund Blunden "The Scythe"

Through alehouse curtains glowed - Edmund Blunden "Sheet Lightning"

The grim destiny of the hour - Edmund Blunden "Sheet Lightning"

Mustered from the fevered sky - Edmund Blunden "Sheet Lightning"

The honeycomb of scored stone - Edmund Blunden "Sheet Lightning"

Love's rich and trusting light - Edmund Blunden "The South-West Wind"

Stare into the rush of stars - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

Watch the seething millions swarm - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

Born in the stirring midnight's sigh - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

In the wild wet sunset's glance - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

Still sounds like vision's voice - Edmund Blunden "The Watermill"

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As the Roman poets have stressed - Josh Bell "One Shies at the Prospect of Raising Yet Another Defense of Cannibalism"

There is always something porous in the decorous - Josh Bell "One Shies at the Prospect of Raising Yet Another Defense of Cannibalism"

As I have watched you through windows and keyholes - Josh Bell "One Shies at the Prospect of Raising Yet Another Defense of Cannibalism"

If you must bring up the past - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Speak to me only of the present - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Only that which you and I don't share - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

In the glorious picnics of the past - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Used the name we had agreed upon - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Plug your thought or daydream into me - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

What comes will run us through from the front - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Alien flags about the invisible settlements - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Our shapely hooks of shining gold - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

The universe demotes me, yet again - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"

So that the dirt will not page through it - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"

I've only got the one death to my name - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"

One death and I'm not going to ruin it - Josh Bell "The War Against Birthdays"

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Spans the arch where tempests trod - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Up where the heavy thunders rolled - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Where clouds on fire were swept along - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

And soaring larks dissolve in song - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The windows of the sky unbar - George W. Bungay "The Autograph of God" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Comes not the faintest whisper of dissent - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Spares not his crown in elemental storms - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Clouds drop baptismal showers of rain - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Behold them clad in Autumn's golden pomp - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

The deserted nest in silence sways - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

In hurricanes of flame and leaden hail - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Covered their remains with mourning moss - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Wrote their epitaph in pale wood flowers - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

To stay and sing their sad sweet requiem - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

And Autumn rent the garment of the trees - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Winter wrapped them in a winding sheet - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

Giants sleeping in their shrouds - George W. Bungay "The Lesson of the Wood" [The Continental Monthly v.5 no.1, Jan. 1864]

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Why mourn the perished glories of the past? - George S. Burleigh "Death" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.5, Nov. 1848]

For all the ills they wrought her reign - George S. Burleigh "The Gardener" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Find what prize befits their powers - George S. Burleigh "The Gardener" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Blessed sunshine, and thrice-blessed rain - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

And summon Beauty from her grave - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Softly from their parting buds uncoil - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

A shriveled spoil to the loud storm - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

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

To lay aside some store of thought - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Against the coming of the wasteful flood - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Start abrupt in Joy's sweet neighborhood - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

If Day burst sudden from the bars of Night - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

With one plunge leaped down the sheer abyss - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Bearing fixed war through shifting victories - George S. Burleigh "Temper Life's Extremes" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

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Through the flight of ages - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Let the mimic canvas show - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

In the book of fame - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

In the sleep of ocean's azure gulfs - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Unwinds the eternal dances of the sky - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

To span the sun's broad circle - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

To tame the whirlwind of the passions - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

The leading star of love - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Wild hymns upon the scented air - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Deferred the hour ordained - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Bribe a passage to the skies - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Whose roots were in another world - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Through the idle mesh of power - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

Till the strong tornado broke - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

The giant's unchained strength - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

And break their iron net - William Cullen Bryant "The Ages"

That guard the enchanted ground - William Cullen Bryant "Autumn Woods"

The valleys sick with heat - William Cullen Bryant "Autumn Woods"

Amid the kisses of the soft south-west - William Cullen Bryant "Autumn Woods"

A blessing for the eyes that weep - William Cullen Bryant "Blessed Are They That Mourn"

Poured forth strange flower - William Cullen Bryant "The Burial-Place"

Melancholy ranks of monuments - William Cullen Bryant "The Burial-Place"

The circle of eternal change - William Cullen Bryant "The Evening Wind"

The swifter current that mines its root - William Cullen Bryant "Green River"

That fate had left me free - William Cullen Bryant "Green River"

Thy breath in the burning sky - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

With a thrill in every vein - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

Shedding a nameless horror round - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

That fills the wall of the crystal heaven - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

Alone with the terrible hurricane - William Cullen Bryant "The Hurricane"

Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn of the Waldenses"

And meetings in the depth of earth - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn of the Waldenses"

And beat his throne to dust - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

No time for parley - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

Schooled in guile - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

On the threshold of their vast designs - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

Ripened by years of toil - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

Polluted hands of mockery - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

The record of an idle revery - William Cullen Bryant "Hymn to Death"

Throngs of insects in the shade - William Cullen Bryant "Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood"

The gentle name of spring - William Cullen Bryant "March"

Reign of blast and storm - William Cullen Bryant "March"

Sing aloud the gushing rills - William Cullen Bryant "March"

Fail not with weariness - William Cullen Bryant "Monument Mountain"

A fragment of some mighty wall - William Cullen Bryant "Monument Mountain"

Dark with the thick moss of centuries - William Cullen Bryant "Monument Mountain"

A shadow for the noontide hour - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

A shelter from the summer shower - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

To load the May wind's restless wings - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

The glad infant sprigs of bloom - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

Throw thin shadows on the ground - William Cullen Bryant "The Planting of the Apple Tree"

In grandeur of decay - William Cullen Bryant "The Rivulet"

Well has Nature kept the truth - William Cullen Bryant "The Rivulet"

Prattling current's merry call - William Cullen Bryant "The Rivulet"

The cormorant wheeled in circles round - William Cullen Bryant "Rizpah"

The hyena's eyes of flame - William Cullen Bryant "Rizpah"

The jackal and wolf that yelled in the night - William Cullen Bryant "Rizpah"

Our tent the cypress tree - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

And hear the tramp of thousands - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

And share the battle's spoil - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

To crown the soldier's cup - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

Life to guide the fiery barb - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

And tears like those of spring - William Cullen Bryant "Song of Marion's Men"

Slow plague shall bring the fatal hour - William Cullen Bryant "Sonnet to --"

The vexed ore no mineral of power - William Cullen Bryant "Sonnet to --"

The sun had drunk the dew - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Rustling in the lofty elm - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Far in the fierce sunshine - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Unnumbered sounds and universal motion - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Interrupted murmur of the bee - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Mingling of unnumbered sounds and universal motion - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

All the green herbs are stirring - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

A brother to the insensible rock - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Patriarchs of the infant world - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Rock-ribbed and ancient - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

A handful to the tribes that slumber - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

And millions in those solitudes - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Will chase his favourite phantom - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

The long train of ages glide away - William Cullen Bryant "Thanatopsis"

Darkly painted on the crimson sky - William Cullen Bryant "To a Waterfowl"

His chamber in the silent halls of death - William Cullen Bryant "To Live"

To join the innumerable caravan - William Cullen Bryant "To Live"

Soothed by an unfaltering trust - William Cullen Bryant "To Live"

The day's departing light - William Cullen Bryant "Upon the Mountain's Distant Head"

Where generous meanings burn - William Cullen Bryant "Upon the Mountain's Distant Head"

Amid the mild and mellow light - William Cullen Bryant "A Walk at Sunset"

Trophies of remembered power - William Cullen Bryant "A Walk at Sunset"

With invitation to explore - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Old companions in adversity - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Breathed no scent of herb - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Gathering the nuts just fallen - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

When the rains have glazed the snow - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

The slant sun of February - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

And bud with amethyst and topaz - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

The vast hall of fairy palace - William Cullen Bryant "A Winter Piece"

Awakes the painted tribes of light - William Cullen Bryant "The Yellow Violet"

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With horoscopic dread - Howard Futhey Brinton "Breaking In"

To superman never pay toll - Howard Futhey Brinton "E Pluribus"

Deft subterranean digs - Howard Futhey Brinton "The 'I Told You So Club'"

What the animals planned - Howard Futhey Brinton "Jumbo's Dream"

Appointed of parrots five - Howard Futhey Brinton "Jumbo's Dream"

The parrots leading the cheering - Howard Futhey Brinton "Jumbo's Dream"

Smoothed the ruffled path - Howard Futhey Brinton "Mac's (Psychological) Cigar"

Toothed and torn and spurred - Howard Futhey Brinton "Mac's (Psychological) Cigar"

With his two-edged breath - Howard Futhey Brinton "The Man About Town"

The opal-eyed vampires of hell - Howard Futhey Brinton "The Pacifist"

Sane and destructive to fear - Howard Futhey Brinton "The Poor Man's Club"

Dainty as Daphne's divinest - Howard Futhey Brinton "The Spring Violet"

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Spices that you might find Strange - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

Born in this cold fast food of a mall of a country - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

A foreign word that you are ashamed to learn - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

Only mumbles of a murmur - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

The flags they don't even understand - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

Still having problems figuring me out? - Carmen Bardeguez-Brown "Rican Issues"

"Rican Issues" has some formating that I'm not trying to replicate in terms of certain specific letters being bolded. Right now, 29 March 2025, the poem can be found at the link below.

Poet's page at poets.org.

They walk amongst us charmed - Francis Burrows "Egyptian"

Yet the sands are stirred and wars increase - Francis Burrows "Egyptian"

With love and with compassion brave - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

In pushing vengeance to the grave - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

To foes a hidden trap well laid - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

To foes an unassaulted fire - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

To friends a shadow shedding stars - Francis Burrows "The Giant's Dirge"

And goes with eyes to see the sun - Francis Burrows "Life"

Madness alone of evils do I dread - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

Suffer its broad flung shadow not - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

Cast then upon me unillumined night - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

One whole eclipse not knowing any fire - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

To give it record of the former light - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

Complete destruction of the heart's desire - Francis Burrows "The Prayer to Demeter"

A cave beneath the throne of grace - Francis Burrows "The Unforgotten"

Who made the thread of flax and hemp - Francis Burrows "The Unforgotten"

My blood between them and their enemies - Francis Burrows "The Unforgotten"

Sobbing under the wings of time - Francis Burrows "The Well"

Strange language and new laws - Francis Burrows "The Well"

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Plumage stirred by golden air - Park Benjamin "Audubon's Blindness"

Evening's shadows softly intervene - Park Benjamin "Audubon's Blindness"

To which time cannot yield relief - Park Benjamin "Audubon's Blindness"

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

Inscribed upon their leaves the words- Park Benjamin "Lines Sent with a Bouquet"

Who dares the hero's march - Park Benjamin "Press On"

Through the ebon walls of night - Park Benjamin "Press On"

Courage like a coat of mail - Park Benjamin "Press On"

Taking old gifts and granting new - Park Benjamin "Press On"

The wisdom of the present hour - Park Benjamin "Press On"

And all things robed in shadow - Park Benjamin "Sonnet [Loved of my soul! I seek in vain for thee]"

The chords on every bending bough - Park Benjamin "Sonnet [Loved of my soul! I seek in vain for thee]"

Garners with a miser's care - Park Benjamin "Spring's Advent"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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the waitress takes moonbeams into her mouth - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

the mayonnaise is crystalline and dangerous - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

little lines run crazy across the lettuce - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

the stairs are white with noble gases - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

grief wakes the nucleus of the whole atom - Lee Ballentine "The Whole Atom"

then in the arbor of sudden light - Lee Ballentine "The Whole Atom"

Poet's bio at Strange Horizons.

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With a glimmer of light between - Djuna Barnes "Call of the Night"

Entombed with the hourless night - Djuna Barnes "Call of the Night"

Heavy with promise of snow - Djuna Barnes "Call of the Night"

The call of the lonesome place - Djuna Barnes "Call of the Night"

The mortal fruit upon the bough - Djuna Barnes "First Communion"

The forfeit of his mutual vow - Djuna Barnes "First Communion"

Shaped within a static prayer - Djuna Barnes "First Communion"

The iced remorseless vapours of the snow - Djuna Barnes "First Communion"

Some hard capricious star - Djuna Barnes "From Fifth Avenue Up"

Urged some bitter secret - Djuna Barnes "From Fifth Avenue Up"

All heavy and alone - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Turns dim against the dawn - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Only half in bloom - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

The first far bells commence - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Grows querulous with unseen cats - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

In anger through the corn - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Bidding each acre wake - Djuna Barnes "Pastoral"

Three paces down the shore - Djuna Barnes "Serenade"

Three paces in the moonlight's glow - Djuna Barnes "Serenade"

Brain thin whips to beat you down - Djuna Barnes "She Passed This Way"

Great men on horses hunt you - Djuna Barnes "She Passed This Way"

Their arrows in the shallow air - Djuna Barnes "She Passed This Way"

When thirty hawks are high - Djuna Barnes "She Passed This Way"

Braid my leaping body - Djuna Barnes "This Much and More"

Poet's page at poets.org.

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Moving against the tide of a world - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

In this skin I've reclaimed - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Trap of this country's tourniquet - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

The sweet solace is a river bed - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Small fish and forgotten glass - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Two miles walked over a bridge - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

I bleed and the sand grieves - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Even after the fertile soil turned over - Mahogany L. Browne "Ego-Tripp(ed)"

A grey overcast of noise - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Until the key kisses the lock - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

How most hearts sing a murmur - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Running from the freedom of my own blood - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Forced to look outside their own heartbreak - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A parade of elephant eulogies - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A romp of otter-uttered blessings - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

As an ambush of tigers scowl - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A system of impossible fractions - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

Shape the aftermath of a mudslide - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

When you trust a house of poachers - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A shallow breathe of scaly skin - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

The shrimp's crooked smile - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

Only see a garden growing upwards - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

The dust of my night screams - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

A note of ash & inquiry - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

Angels of a creative god - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

When I curse the rising sun - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

How to flee from such a flamboyant backdraft - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

Beauty can kill more beautiful things - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Stared at a hungrier death - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

A math problem divided by no living answer - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Signaling the shark's breakfast - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

To free the deadly hope from your gut - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Months of steel rust blisters - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

The thirst of an almost anything - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

Of a world breaking its own heart - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

The train smells like yesterday - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

A bullet hold in the pay phone - Mahogany L. Browne "On St. John's and Franklin Avenue"

Megaphone symphony all slurred and entitled - Mahogany L. Browne "On St. John's and Franklin Avenue"

Create the prospect of a sunrise - Mahogany L. Browne "Redbone Dances"

No more patience for the obstruction - Mahogany L. Browne "When Fannie Lou Hamer Said"

Butter beans, potatoes & cotton seeds - Mahogany L. Browne "When Fannie Lou Hamer Said"

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Like to identify themselves with lions - Jericho Brown "Aerial View"

A giraffe beats a lion's ass every day - Jericho Brown "Aerial View"

Power under a quilt that won't unravel - Jericho Brown "After Avery R. Young"

Unaware of the earth moving beneath - Jericho Brown "Another Elegy [This is what our dying looks like]"

And wait all winter to eat - Jericho Brown "Cain"

Pull pink from green - Jericho Brown "Cain"

Start on one side of the day - Jericho Brown "Crossing"

Leave ourselves available to surprise - Jericho Brown "Deliverance"

Of prayer against the grasses - Jericho Brown "Duplex"

Light in my jaundiced mouth - Jericho Brown "Flower"

That far terrain between Promise and Apology - Jericho Brown "Ganymede"

A single anthem of blood - Jericho Brown "Good White People"

With splinters for handles - Jericho Brown "The Hammers"

A right to the fire in her hands - Jericho Brown "Heartland"

Every last word is contagious - Jericho Brown "Heartland"

Absent as what fire leaves behind - Jericho Brown "The Interrogation"

No sky here allows for rain - Jericho Brown "The Interrogation"

What light Saturday sent - Jericho Brown "Labor"

Repeating invocations pure and perfect - Jericho Brown "Langston Blue"

Drinking from the bloody river - Jericho Brown "Langston Blue"

And taste a stain like blood - Jericho Brown "Langston Blue"

Dear singing river full of my blood - Jericho Brown "Langston Blue"

Every goodbye a lie - Jericho Brown "Meditations at the New Orleans Jazz National Historical Park"

Carries the weight he chose - Jericho Brown "Meditations at the New Orleans Jazz National Historical Park"

The viral geography of an occupied territory - Jericho Brown "The Microscopes"

Wake without an alarm telling them - Jericho Brown "'N'em"

Kept a scandal in my pocket - Jericho Brown "Obituary"

Spent what light Saturday sent - Jericho Brown "Odd Jobs"

And pray for the chance to say please - Jericho Brown "Odd Jobs"

Ruined by an ever-bitter extremity - Jericho Brown "Of the Swan"

Hail from a blind sky - Jericho Brown "Prayer of the Backhanded"

At the height of hopeless touching - Jericho Brown "Psalm 150"

No use for your tears - Jericho Brown "Riddle"

Lost in the forest of we - Jericho Brown "Stake"

My memory the only noise - Jericho Brown "Stay"

Whatever narrow miseries I make - Jericho Brown "Taken"

To bloom against the will of the sun - Jericho Brown "The Tradition"

Because we understand shadows - Jericho Brown "Trojan"

My black anger made red - Jericho Brown "A Young Man"

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Inhale the posh scent of ragweed - Jaswinder Bolina "Apologia Matilde"

Deliver themselves one photon at a time - Jaswinder Bolina "Apologia Matilde"

At the mercy of the gorgeous and lethal aurora - Jaswinder Bolina "Apologia Matilde"

The time we didn't go to Topeka - Jaswinder Bolina "Aviary"

Provisional under the permanent sky - Jaswinder Bolina "Body in a Phone Booth"

Inhabit your cordoned spaces - Jaswinder Bolina "Body in a Phone Booth"

Messages in a grammar of smoke - Jaswinder Bolina "Body in a Phone Booth"

The cloistered subject apart from the objects - Jaswinder Bolina "Body in a Phone Booth"

Having fallen out of blue September - Jaswinder Bolina "Course in General Linguistics"

Not the rifle in fury seized - Jaswinder Bolina "Denouement"

Its eight arguments against daylight - Jaswinder Bolina "Elegy"

From the nurturing heart of the tribe - Jaswinder Bolina "The Last National"

A xylophone jingle of the ice - Jaswinder Bolina "Make Believe"

Out of the palace of our best efforts - Jaswinder Bolina "Municipal Vistas"

To the office park of nonexistence - Jaswinder Bolina "Municipal Vistas"

End credits after the squall - Jaswinder Bolina "Municipal Vistas"

A bouquet made of moths - Jaswinder Bolina "Municipal Vistas"

Whales were exiled from the air - Jaswinder Bolina "Oops Canary"

Luminous and solitary as a firefly - Jaswinder Bolina "Panjandrum"

Beneath a field of stars unconstellated - Jaswinder Bolina "Panjandrum"

A tactless thermodynamic, a static interference - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

Makes a tambourine of the wind chime - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

Patient misfortune of cracked glass - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

Whose single task is disbelief - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

Charmed conspiracy of nucleotides - Jaswinder Bolina "Phantom Camera"

You're Iowa in the novel about Chicago - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Minor Character"

Pouring out of the perforated night - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Minor Character"

No tango in its Rorschach - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Self"

No mermen in its sea - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Self"

Exhaling phantasms of steam - Jaswinder Bolina "Portrait of the Self"

An apertif distilled of wormwood - Jaswinder Bolina "Postcards"

Some piece of my pristine life - Jaswinder Bolina "Postcards"

Probably you'll solve gravity - Jaswinder Bolina "Probable Poem for the Furious Infant"

Into nooks of the chattering cosmos - Jaswinder Bolina "Probable Poem for the Furious Infant"

When our fountains run empty - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"

Hear coyotes in the outskirts - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"

The screeching apocalypse of the rabbit - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"

Double agents in the cannery - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

How the katydids regaled you - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

The cicada hum sounds for you - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

The oak trees are entirely emptiness - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

All vanishing point no conclusion - Jaswinder Bolina "Stump Speech"

In the desert province of Sunday - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

The buzzards hadn't even been unwrapped - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

The capital of the great state of Thursday - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

Daunting mountains and bitterroots - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

Missed every night of the opera - Jaswinder Bolina "Sunday, Sunday"

A barge carrying on ocean home - Jaswinder Bolina "Tidal"

And smooth the crease in my brain - Jaswinder Bolina "Tidal"

Under winter's blanket renunciation - Jaswinder Bolina "Tidal"

The flat planet of the mirror - Jaswinder Bolina "Tidal"

The lunar hues of this image - Jaswinder Bolina "Ultrasonic"

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Smashing clocks on the roof - William Brewer "Against Enabling"

Thunderheads cracking their knuckles - William Brewer "Against Enabling"

The song of a cello played by flame - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Barges spinning on a mud-sick river - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Your faithful rise like locusts - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

The burnt edge of an unfinished history - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Will discover as quicksilver - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Exhaling with an arsonist's guilt - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Like flies made of crystal - William Brewer "Appalachia, Your Genesis"

Begetting the absence of light - William Brewer "Clean Days in Oxyana"

An emperor of element - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

Crafting my labyrinth as demanded - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

The only maze I haven't built myself - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

Gave out petals inked with curses - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

Fixed on scraping out my veins - William Brewer "Daedalus in Oxyana"

So easy to surrender - William Brewer "Debris"

In the slow braid of a dream - William Brewer "Detox Psalm"

Without the help of time - William Brewer "Detox Psalm"

With the waves' jade coaxing - William Brewer "Detox Psalm"

The first rain to break a dry spell - William Brewer "Dog Days"

Hold only empty names - William Brewer "Explanation of Matter in Oxyana"

Names are only ever glass - William Brewer "Explanation of Matter in Oxyana"

Walked invisible through a human midnight - William Brewer "The Good News"

Turning like the hinge of hours - William Brewer "The Good News"

The sky of ten thousand apologies - William Brewer "The Good News"

Its temple of otherlight and salt - William Brewer "Halfway House Diary"

Washing over the voiceless stones - William Brewer "Halfway House Diary"

The familiar scent of bonfires - William Brewer "Housesitting"

Fragrance of the dying season - William Brewer "Housesitting"

With the grey alphabet of pigeons - William Brewer "In the New World"

Against the dashboard of stars - William Brewer "In the Room of the Overdosed, an Ember"

Stitching the wings of your ghost - William Brewer "In the Room of the Overdosed, an Ember"

So I can know whose names they're singing - William Brewer "Letter in Response to a Letter from My Son"

The month that tears itself apart - William Brewer "Letter in Response to a Letter from My Son"

When the dark makes its largest sound - William Brewer "Letter in Response to a Letter from My Son"

That slaughterhouse of light - William Brewer "The Messenger of Oxyana"

Ask the honest cold how - William Brewer "The Messenger of Oxyana"

The image every portrait mourns - William Brewer "My Somniloquist"

Wind through the tree of what I mean - William Brewer "My Somniloquist"

Suspect of easy heavens - William Brewer "Ode to Suboxone"

From the paste and paper of myself - William Brewer "Ode to Suboxone"

So altered by light - William Brewer "Overdose Psalm"

Like all terrible truths - William Brewer "Overdose Psalm"

The long winter descending on your soul - William Brewer "Oxy 40"

The fog strangled mornings of March - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Wrestled earth with alchemy - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Hot as the sun's dreams - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

To hear ice recite The Iliad - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

The history of a million birds - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Oblivion is all we have - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Day closes its jaws - William Brewer "Oxyana, West Virginia"

Pretending that the sky is empty - William Brewer "Oxyana, WV: Exit Song"

The night woven into a net - William Brewer "Playing Along"

The frail geometry of currents - William Brewer "Playing Along"

A boat on the waters of solitude - William Brewer "Playing Along"

This red sound of wolves coming - William Brewer "Relapse Psalm"

Escaping an obedience to desire - William Brewer "Relapse Psalm"

Stand on a lawn of frozen dark - William Brewer "Resolution"

Finding a balloon in a drawer - William Brewer "Resolution"

My bones will announce themselves - William Brewer "Resolution"

A galleon on the caustic waters - William Brewer "Resolution"

Open floors of steel - William Brewer "Resolution"

All that light bursting in - William Brewer "Resolution"

As winter spills its math - William Brewer "Sundowning"

Our daylight almost done - William Brewer "Sundowning"

The late December forest of your mind - William Brewer "Sundowning"

Started stealing stop signs - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

Sewing up the spaces between seconds - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

To gather tomorrow's courage - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

Bigger miracles at hand - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

As desperate and false as prayer - William Brewer "There Is a Gold Light"

Your entire universe boiling - William Brewer "To the Addict Who Mugged Me"

Boiling in the breast of a spoon - William Brewer "To the Addict Who Mugged Me"

Floating in a hole in the air - William Brewer "To the Addict Who Mugged Me"

Flies scratch cursive in the air - William Brewer "We Burn the Bull"

The doors of my heart leak blood - William Brewer "We Burn the Bull"

The sky's color an old blade - William Brewer "We Burn the Bull"

Conquered first by bedlam - William Brewer "West Virginia"

Reaching to the sky for an offering - William Brewer "West Virginia"

The hum of a false heaven - William Brewer "West Virginia"

Death is a natural resource - William Brewer "West Virginia"

A rumor of sleep stampedes through - William Brewer "Withdrawal Dream Amongst Spring Acreage"

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