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Inferno, Canto I by Dante Alighieri Midway upon the journey of our life
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Purgatorio, Canto X by Dante Alighieri When we had crossed the threshold of the door
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Inferno, Canto XXXIV by Dante Alighieri Towards us; therefore look in front of thee
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Aurora [excerpt] by Pura López-Colomé This world.
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Fons by Pura López-Colomé Reanimated, spirit restored,
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The Earth Opens and Welcomes You by Abdellatif Laâbi The earth opens
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What My Friend Says When She Gives Me a Persimmon by Melody Lacina It tastes like your first kiss,
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Poem With Wisteria Growing Along its Margin by Gerry LaFemina The five cool stars above this town look down
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Untitled [Mother and Dad are up] by Nancy Lagomarsino Mother and Dad are up with the light
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The Bearhug by Nick Laird
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Forbidden Fruit by Michael Lally all the forbidden fruit I ever
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Untitled [To see this evil from its core] by Philip Lamantia To see this evil from its core
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Look How Far You've Come by Laurie Lamon I gave you a tree
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On His Seventy-fifth Birthday by Walter Savage Landor I strove with none; for none was worth my strife
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Rose Aylmer by Walter Savage Landor Ah, what avails the sceptred race
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The Marshes of Glynn by Sidney Lanier GLOOMS of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
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The Song Of The Chattahoochee by Sidney Lanier Out of the hills of Habersham
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Afterlife by Joan Larkin I’m older than my father when he turned
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Home is so Sad by Philip Larkin Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
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Incantation by George Parsons Lathrop When the leaves, by thousands thinned
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Jellyfish by David Lau Dear XXth century
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Dawn by James Laughlin Often now as an old man
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Elegy for Sol LeWitt by Ann Lauterbach The weather map today is pale. The lines on the map
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Hum by Ann Lauterbach The days are beautiful
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On a Hanging Scroll By Shih K'ofa by Steve Lautermilch the character / shu,
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Bone Song by Tom Lavazzi It doesn’t turn anymore
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In a Boat by D.H. Lawrence See the stars, love
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Whales Weep Not! by D.H. Lawrence They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
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Nothing to Save by D. H. Lawrence There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
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The Elephant is Slow to Mate by D.H. Lawrence The elephant, the huge old beast,
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Baby Tortoise by D.H. Lawrence You know what it is to be born alone,
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Last Words to Miriam by D. H. Lawrence Yours is the shame and sorrow
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The White Horse by D.H. Lawrence The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
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Trees in the Garden by D. H. Lawrence Ah in the thunder air
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How Beastly the Bourgeois Is by D.H. Lawrence How beastly the bourgeois is
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Piano by D. H. Lawrence Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me
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Voir Dire by Denise Liddell Lawson Tell me about yourself.
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The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
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Long Island Sound by Emma Lazarus I see it as it looked one afternoon
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The Feast of Lights by Emma Lazarus Kindle the taper like the steadfast star
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Age and Death by Emma Lazarus Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend
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Evening Walk as the School Year Starts by Sydney Lea When was the last lobotomy, I wonder
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Madrigal by Mary Leader How the tenor warbles in April!
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The Jumblies by Edward Lear They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
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The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo by Edward Lear On the Coast of Coromandel
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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
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Book of Nonsense, 1, 10 & 11 by Edward Lear There was an Old Man with a beard
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Free Again [excerpt] by Joseph Lease Why don't people
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That Everything's Inevitable by Katy Lederer That everything's inevitable
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Driving and Drinking [North to Parowan Gap] by David Lee North to Parowan Gap
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Parowan Canyon by David Lee When granite and sandstone begin to blur
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Loading a Boar by David Lee We were loading a boar, a goddam mean big sonofabitch
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In the Black Kitchen by David Dodd Lee It begins early, arc crumbling over the yard with its salt bird baths.
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The Black Bass by David Dodd Lee My hand became my father's hand
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Bloody Bill by Dennis Lee You say you want to fight me?
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What Will You Be? by Dennis Lee They never stop asking me
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Thinking in Bed by Dennis Lee I'm thinking in bed,
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The Hour and What Is Dead by Li-Young Lee Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
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Immigrant Blues by Li-Young Lee People have been trying to kill me since I was born
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A Table in the Wilderness by Li-Young Lee I draw a window
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Pillow by Li-Young Lee There's nothing I can't find under there
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The Cleaving by Li-Young Lee He gossips like my grandmother, this man
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Black Petal by Li-Young Lee I never claimed night fathered me
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Caribbean Marsh by Muna Lee Acres of mangrove, crowding the sea-streaked marsh
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Operation Memory by David Lehman We were smoking some of this knockout weed when
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Shake the Superflux! by David Lehman I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one
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A Quick One Before I Go by David Lehman There comes a time in every man's life
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When a Woman Loves a Man by David Lehman When she says margarita she means daiquiri
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A Little History by David Lehman Some people find out they are Jews.
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With Tenure by David Lehman If Ezra Pound were alive today
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The Difference Between Pepsi and Coke by David Lehman Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat
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To the Author of Glare by David Lehman There comes a time when the story turns into twenty
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Sexism by David Lehman The happiest moment in a woman's life
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North-Looking Room by Brad Leithauser In a seldom-entered attic
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Tiger Shark by Hailey Leithauser Fear streamlined to elegance
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Angel Shark by Hailey Leithauser Wan oxymoron of a fish, dotted
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Our Post-Soviet History Unfolds by Eleanor Lerman This is what she says about Russia, in the year 2000, in
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That Sure is My Little Dog by Eleanor Lerman Yes, indeed, that is my house that I am carrying around
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Starfish by Eleanor Lerman This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
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The Mystery of Meteors by Eleanor Lerman I am out before dawn, marching a small dog through a meager park
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Arthur's Anthology of English Poetry by Laurence Lerner To be or not to be, that is the question
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Hallow-E'en, 1914 by Winifred M. Letts Why do you wait at your door, woman
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Hallow-E'en, 1915 by Winifred M. Letts Will you come back to us, men of our hearts, to-night
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Lullaby by Lyubomir Levchev The boy was standing at the exit
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The Secret by Denise Levertov Two girls discover
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Losing Track by Denise Levertov Long after you have swung back
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Ikon: The Harrowing of Hell by Denise Levertov Down through the tomb's inward arch
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The Great Black Heron by Denise Levertov Since I stroll in the woods more often
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The Métier of Blossoming by Denise Levertov Fully occupied with growing--that's
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Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus [excerpt] by Denise Levertov Praise the wet snow
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When We Look Up by Denise Levertov He had not looked
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The Mutes by Denise Levertov Those groans men use
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St. Peter and the Angel by Denise Levertov Delivered out of raw continual pain,
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In California During the Gulf War by Denise Levertov Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among
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The Broken Sandal by Denise Levertov Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke
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The Sharks by Denise Levertov Well then, the last day the sharks appeared
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Sojourns in the Parallel World by Denise Levertov We live our lives of human passions,
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Zozo-ji by Dana Levin One cry from a lone bird over a misted river
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Bardo by Dana Levin
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Ars Poetica (cocoons) by Dana Levin Six monarch butterfly cocoons
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Styx by Dana Levin You put a bag around your head and walked into the river
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In the Surgical Theatre by Dana Levin In the moment between
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Letter to GC by Dana Levin I say most sincerely and desperately, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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Part by Phillis Levin Of something, separate, not
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May Day by Phillis Levin I've decided to waste my life again,
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Ontario by Mark Levine Beauty in its winter slippers
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Coming Close by Philip Levine Take this quiet woman, she has been
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Drum by Philip Levine In the early morning before the shop
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On 52nd Street by Philip Levine Down sat Bud, raised his hands,
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The Two by Philip Levine When he gets off work at Packard, they meet
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Gospel by Philip Levine The new grass rising in the hills,
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In a Country by Larry Levis My love and I are inventing a country, which we can
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The Clearing of the Land: An Epitaph by Larry Levis The trees went up the hill
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Anastasia & Sandman by Larry Levis The brow of a horse in that moment when
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Those Graves in Rome by Larry Levis There are places where the eye can starve,
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The Widening Spell of the Leaves by Larry Levis Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill.
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Readings in French by Larry Levis Looking into the eyes of Gerard de Nerval
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4/7/85 by Walter K. Lew Children shone in the front gate and put their hands together in the
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Leaving Seoul: 1953 by Walter K. Lew We have to bury the urns,
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The Menders and the Breakers by Lesle Lewis The rain does not cool and is a sticky one to the present and the place.
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Change in the Grove of Chickadees by Lesle Lewis Happy for nothing, we could be with no dinner to cook
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The Vampire Bride [I am come—I am come!] by Henry Thomas Liddell I am come—I am come! once again from the tomb
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My Sin by M. L. Liebler He came to me
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Being Jewish in a Small Town by Lyn Lifshin Someone writes kike on
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Unmarked Grave by Gary Lilley Old man, if it’ll help you rest, the shotgun
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Alpha Zulu by Gary Lilley I know more people dead than people alive
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An Obscure Meadow Lures Me by José Lezama Lima An obscure meadow lures me
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The Correction by Frannie Lindsay When I got it wrong at school—missed
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Mound Digger by Sarah Lindsay This mound of dirt and the summer are heirs to transfer
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Visiting Pai-an Pavilion by Hsieh Ling-yun Beside this dike, I shake off the world's dust,
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Screening Desire by R. Zamora Linmark Sunday after Mass the priest behind
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3 Men: Portraits Without the Human Figure by Deena Linnett Hotel-casino: lights flash, crowds tread
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Surf Buddha by Matthew Lippman There is a sandalwood Buddha on the desk that has my stomach
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On Halloween by Janet Little Some folk in courts for pleasure sue
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Hard Evidence by Timothy Liu A room walled-in by books where the hours withdraw.
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An Evening Train by Timothy Liu whistles past hacked-down fields of corn,
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Exsultate Jubilate by Timothy Liu fire in that square floodlit by crimson
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Absence by Luljeta Lleshanaku The moon / nicotine of a kiss. . .
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Three Moves by John Logan Three moves in sixth months and I remain
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The Ship by William Logan The sunlight burned like wire on the water,
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War Music [Down on your knees, Achilles] by Christopher Logue Down on your knees, Achilles. Farther down.
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All Day Permanent Red [To welcome Hector to his death] by Christopher Logue To welcome Hector to his death
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Daphnis and Chloe by Haniel Long You found it difficult to woo
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Second Draft by James Longenbach As an older man
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Orion by James Longenbach Stars rising like something said, something never
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My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Often I think of the beautiful town
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Woods in Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow When winter winds are piercing chill
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The Children's Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Between the dark and the daylight,
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The Harvest Moon by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
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The Day Is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is done, and the darkness
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The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The tide rises, the tide falls
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A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
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Haunted Houses by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All houses wherein men have lived and died
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Introduction to Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
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The Cross of Snow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow In the long, sleepless watches of the night
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The Song of Hiawatha [excerpt] by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All day long roved Hiawatha
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Paul Revere's Ride by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Listen, my children, and you shall hear
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Snow-Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Out of the bosom of the Air
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Hymn to the Night by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the trailing garments of the Night
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Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day
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Wheatear by Michael Longley Brown lark beside the sun
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Heron by Michael Longley You died the day I was driving to Carrigskeewaun
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Deer Hit by Jon Loomis You're seventeen and tunnel-vision drunk,
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The Ecstasy by Phillip Lopate You are not me, and I am never you
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Snowball Journal by Phillip Lopate Our room, says the lady of the house
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We Who Are Your Closest Friends by Phillip Lopate we who are
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The Last Slow Days of Summer by Phillip Lopate BE YOUR OWN MASTER! says the Vedanta Society sign
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Indigestible by Phillip Lopate A friend called up saying he was in a pre-suicidal mood
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Numbness by Phillip Lopate I have not felt a thing for weeks
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Allende by Phillip Lopate In 200 years they won't remember me, Salvador
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The Little Mute Boy by Federico García Lorca The little boy was looking for his voice
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City That Does Not Sleep by Federico García Lorca In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
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The Old Lizard by Federico García Lorca In the parched path
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Arbolé, Arbolé . . . by Federico García Lorca Tree, tree
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Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico García Lorca I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
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The Guitar by Federico García Lorca The weeping of the guitar
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Romance Sonambulo by Federico García Lorca Green, how I want you green.
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Dressmaker by Éireann Lorsung Nothing touches like tan velvet touches
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The Reservation by Adrian C. Louis How do you
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If the Delta Was the Sea by Dick Lourie "if the river was whiskey" Big T sings
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To Lucasta, on Going to the Wars by Richard Lovelace Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
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To Althea, from Prison by Richard Lovelace When Love with unconfinéd wings
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The Letter by Amy Lowell Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
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Opal by Amy Lowell You are ice and fire,
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Red Slippers by Amy Lowell Red slippers in a shop-window; and outside in the street
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Astigmatism by Amy Lowell The Poet took his walking-stick
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A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. by Amy Lowell They have watered the street,
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The Taxi by Amy Lowell When I go away from you
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The Congressional Library [excerpt] by Amy Lowell Where else in all America are we so symbolized
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Bath by Amy Lowell The day is fresh-washed and fair
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The Sirens by James Russell Lowell The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary
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The Present Crisis by James Russell Lowell Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide
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The First Snowfall by James Russell Lowell The snow had begun in the gloaming,
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Homecoming by Robert Lowell What was is . . . since 1930;
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Dolphin by Robert Lowell My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise,
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Waking in the Blue by Robert Lowell The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore
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"To Speak of Woe That Is in Marriage" by Robert Lowell The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open
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For the Union Dead by Robert Lowell The old South Boston Aquarium stands
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The Drunken Fisherman by Robert Lowell Wallowing in this bloody sty,
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Epilogue by Robert Lowell Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme--
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History by Robert Lowell History has to live with what was here,
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Home After Three Months Away by Robert Lowell Gone now the baby's nurse,
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Man and Wife by Robert Lowell Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed;
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Memories of West Street and Lepke by Robert Lowell Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming
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Skunk Hour by Robert Lowell Nautilus Island's hermit
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The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket by Robert Lowell A brackish reach of shoal off Madaket--
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Lunar Baedeker by Mina Loy A silver Lucifer
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Moreover, the Moon --- by Mina Loy Face of the skies
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Render, Render by Thomas Lux Boil it down: feet, skin, gristle,
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A Little Tooth by Thomas Lux Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
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Retšepile, Ausi oa ka by Jacqueline Lyons I wake up with bits of Africa on me, in my pockets folded maloti
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