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The Creation of the Moon by Anonymous
The man cut his throat and left his head there.
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The Parakeets by Alberto Blanco
They talk all day
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Aurelius & Furius, true comrades (11) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Aurelius & Furius, true comrades,
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To me that man seems like a god in heaven (51) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
To me that man seems like a god in heaven,
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Driven across many nations (101) by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Driven across many nations, across many oceans,
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O Little Root of a Dream by Paul Celan
O little root of a dream
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Speech Alone by Jean Follain
It happens that one pronounces
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Book 1, Ode 5, [To Pyrrha] by Horace
What slender youth bedewed with liquid odours
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The Little Mute Boy by Federico García Lorca
The little boy was looking for his voice
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Good Night by Wilhelm Müller
I came as a stranger; as a stranger now I leave. The flowers of May once
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Call Me Ishmael by Jackson Mac Low
Circulation. And long long
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Forties 30: Troelstrup Nightmare Flare Competition by Jackson Mac Low
Troelstrup nightmare risen quiz motivátion-issue tincture reality
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Insect Assassins by Jackson Mac Low
Injects no survive. Efforts control the
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Twenties 26 by Jackson Mac Low
Undergone swamp ticket relative
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Stein 100: A Feather Likeness of the Justice Chair by Jackson Mac Low
A feather table: reckless gratitude.
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The Wind and the Moon by George Macdonald
Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out
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Christmas: 1915 by Percy MacKaye
Now is the midnight of the nations: dark
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Irritable Mystic by Nathaniel Mackey
His they their
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Song of the Andoumboulou: 21 by Nathaniel Mackey
Next a Brazilian cut came
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Song of the Andoumboulou: 50 by Nathaniel Mackey
Fray was the name where we came
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Ants [excerpt] by Joanie Mackowski
Two wandering across the porcelain
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Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish
A poem should be palpable and mute
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You, Andrew Marvell by Archibald MacLeish
And here face down beneath the sun
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Achill by Derek Mahon
I lie and imagine a first light gleam in the bay
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Naming by Nancy Mairs
Let me tell you this once
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Days of Rome by Gerard Malanga
Days of nothingness
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1 by Stéphane Mallarmé
child sprung from
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The Stalin Epigram by Osip Mandelstam
Our lives no longer feel ground under them
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Household Mechanics by Sarah Mangold
He hid in plain sight
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Oblivion Speaks by Sarah Manguso
I am not here to ruin you.
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The Movement of a Caravan over the Landscape by Sarah Manguso
That we rode harder into the wind
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? by Randall Mann
is only something on which to hang
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Poem Beginning with a Line by John Ashbery by Randall Mann
Jealousy. Whispered weather reports
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Bucolics [LIX] by Maurice Manning
when I see the shadow of the hawk
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Mambo by Jaime Manrique
Against a topaz sky / Contra un cielo topacio
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The Drum Room by Fred Marchant
The door you come through slams shut before the door you go to opens
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Checkmate by Lucio Mariani
I was born in Rockaway, below Brooklyn, on a strip
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Voyager by Paul Mariani
Beyond the moon, beyond planet blue
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The Republic by Paul Mariani
Midnight. For the past three hours
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Quid Pro Quo by Paul Mariani
Just after my wife's miscarriage (her second
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The Great Wheel by Paul Mariani
In the Tuileries we came upon the Great Wheel
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The Gods Who Come Among Us in the Guise of Strangers by Paul Mariani
Late nights, with summer moths clinging
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Ghost by Paul Mariani
After so much time you think
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The Man with the Hoe by Edwin Markham
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
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The Split Ends of My Beard Have Split Ends by Justin Marks
My natural instincts are hardly ever right
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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
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Shampoo & Sponge Bath by J. W. Marshall
It takes a small face
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Happy Ending for the Lost Children by Charles Martin
One of their picture books would no doubt show
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Easter Sunday, 1985 by Charles Martin
In the Palace of the President this morning
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Taken Up by Charles Martin
Tired of earth, they dwindled on their hill
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White by J. Michael Martinez
as the meat
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Xicano by J. Michael Martinez
as light
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The Definition of Love by Andrew Marvell
My Love is of a birth as rare
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The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers by Andrew Marvell
See with what simplicity
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To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
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The Garden by Andrew Marvell
How vainly men themselves amaze
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The Mower's Song by Andrew Marvell
My mind was once the true survey
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A Windmill Makes A Statement by Cate Marvin
You think I like to stand all day, all night
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Scenes From the Battle of Us by Cate Marvin
You are like a war novel, entirely lacking
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Alexander Throckmorton by Edgar Lee Masters
In youth my wings were strong and tireless,
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George Gray by Edgar Lee Masters
I have studied many times
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Fiddler Jones by Edgar Lee Masters
The earth keeps some vibration going
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Minerva Jones by Edgar Lee Masters
I am Minerva, the village poetess,
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Fletcher McGee by Edgar Lee Masters
She took my strength by minutes,
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Anne Rutledge by Edgar Lee Masters
Out of me unworthy and unknown
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Lucinda Matlock by Edgar Lee Masters
I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
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Quandary by Louise Mathias
All night I flew the dark recess of God's mind.
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The National Interest by Ted Mathys
We are interested in long criminal histories
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Die Muhle Brennt--Richard by Richard Matthews
When the red chair suspended in air
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The Bear at the Dump by William Matthews
Amidst the too much that we buy and throw
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Man in Clown Outfit by Gretchen Mattox
He's waving a plastic pointer, stiff flag enter lot here, parking
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Sometimes one of us stands near the sea by Jean-Michel Maulpoix
He remains there for a long time
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Bog Myrtle V by Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
Take bog myrtle
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Joey Awake Now by Glyn Maxwell
Some poems
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Museum by Glyn Maxwell
Sundays, like a stanza break
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The Only Work by Glyn Maxwell
When a poet leaves to see to all that matters
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Aerialist by Susan Maxwell
look the snow is like us
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First Turn to Me... by Bernadette Mayer
First turn to me after a shower
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Ode on Periods by Bernadette Mayer
the penis is something that fits into the vagina
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On Gifts For Grace by Bernadette Mayer
I saw a great teapot
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Evening by Gail Mazur
Sometimes she's Confucian--
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What I'm telling you [excerpt] by Shara McCallum
Reincarnation, life everlasting--
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Los Lectores Pueden Poner El Título Que Quieran a Este Poema by Anthony McCann
And here I am Mother, slick haired and heaving
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La Coursier de Jeanne D'Arc by Linda McCarriston
You know that they burned her horse
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Mercury Dressing by J. D. McClatchy
To steal a glance and, anxious, see
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A Winter Without Snow by J. D. McClatchy
Even the sky here in Connecticut has it,
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Late Night Ode by J. D. McClatchy
It's over, love. Look at me pushing fifty now,
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Mr. Macklin's Jack O'Lantern by David McCord
Mr. Macklin takes his knife
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In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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Compulsively Allergic to the Truth by Jeffrey McDaniel
I'm sorry I was late
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Assault to Abjury by Raymond McDaniel
Rain commenced, and wind did
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The Waltz We Were Born For by Walt McDonald
I never knew them all, just hummed
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Gardens of Sand and Cactus by Walt McDonald
My wife takes salt for starters, and rusted strands
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Jogging with Oscar by Walt McDonald
When I take my dachshund jogging, boys and widows gawk
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My Father on His Shield by Walt McDonald
Shiny as wax, the cracked veneer Scotch-taped
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Red Foxes [excerpt] by Robert McDowell
When she was younger Nessa shot a bird.
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Idaho Requiem by Ron McFarland
Out here, we don't talk about culture,
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Hemingway Dines on Boiled Shrimp and Beer by Campbell McGrath
I'm the original two-hearted brawler.
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The Prose Poem by Campbell McGrath
On the map it is precise and rectilinear as a chessboard, though driving past you would
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Garden Homage by Medbh McGuckian
Three windows are at work here, sophisticated
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Love Affair with Firearms by Medbh McGuckian
From behind the moon boys' graves
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Ghazal of the Better-Unbegun by Heather McHugh
Too volatile, am I? too voluble? too much a word-person?
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What He Thought by Heather McHugh
We were supposed to do a job in Italy
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Etymological Dirge by Heather McHugh
Calm comes from burning.
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The Father of the Predicaments by Heather McHugh
He came at night to each of us asleep
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The City's Love by Claude McKay
For one brief golden moment rare like wine
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America by Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness
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If We Must Die by Claude McKay
If we must die--let it not be like hogs
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The White House by Claude McKay
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
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The Barrier by Claude McKay
I must not gaze at them although
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The Tropics of New York by Claude McKay
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger root
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Populating Heaven by Maureen N. McLane
If we belonged
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syntax by Maureen N. McLane
and if
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The Shark by Isaac McLellan
The seaboy sailing o'er the main
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The Bluefish by Isaac McLellan
It is a brave, a royal sport
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Posited by James McMichael
That as all parts of it
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Prayer to Shadows on My Wall by Mark McMorris
Soon the rushlights will go out in the flesh
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Poppies by Sandra McPherson
Orange is the single-hearted color. I remember
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Driving in Circles with the Blind by Sandra McPherson
I have enough retablos of visions, ex-votos of rescues,
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I Have Been Living by Jane Mead
I have been living
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The Origin by Jane Mead
of what happened is not in language
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Cityscape 1 by Pablo Medina
Let the aroma of need
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The Snow and the Plum — II by Lu Mei-P'o
The plum without the snow isn't very special
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The First Marriage by Peter Meinke
imagine the very first marriage a girl
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What Wild-Eyed Murderer by Peter Meinke
We shouldn't worship suffering
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America by Herman Melville
Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand
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Gettysburg by Herman Melville
O Pride of the days in prime of the months
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Song of the Paddlers [excerpt] by Herman Melville
Dip, dip, in the brine our paddles dip
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The Maldive Shark by Herman Melville
About the Shark, phlegmatical one
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Shiloh: A Requiem by Herman Melville
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
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Hair by Orlando Ricardo Menes
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Apricots Died Young [excerpt] by Chiao Meng
Apricots died young in blossoms still nipples.
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Last Things by William Meredith
In the tunnel of woods, as the road
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Starlight by William Meredith
Going abruptly into a starry night
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Rhode Island by William Meredith
Here at the seashore they use the clouds over & over
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In Loving Memory of the Late Author of Dream Songs by William Meredith
Friends making off ahead of time
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The Illiterate by William Meredith
Touching your goodness, I am like a man
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Envoi by William Meredith
Go, little book. If anybody asks
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Parents by William Meredith
What it must be like to be an angel
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Weather by Eve Merriam
Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot
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Lullaby by Eve Merriam
Purple,
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Catch a Little Rhyme by Eve Merriam
Once upon a time
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A Boy Juggling a Soccer Ball by Christopher Merrill
after practice: right foot
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The Midnight Court [Twas my custom to stroll] by Brian Merriman
Twas my custom to stroll by a clear winding stream
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Family Reunion by Jeredith Merrin
The divorced mother and her divorcing
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Aubade: Lake Erie by Thomas Merton
When sun, light handed, sows this Indian water
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Yesterday by W. S. Merwin
My friend says I was not a good son
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One of the Lives by W. S. Merwin
If I had not met the red-haired boy whose father
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On the Subject of Poetry by W. S. Merwin
I do not understand the world, Father
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Thanks by W. S. Merwin
Listen
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My Friends by W. S. Merwin
My friends without shields walk on the target
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Language by W. S. Merwin
Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again
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Stupid University Job by Sharon Mesmer
Your loveliest of sway-backs
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Etiquette by Judson Micham
June goes gaudy with bad boutonnieres
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Diary of a Wave Outside the Sea [The martyr couldn't believe his eyes] by Dunya Mikhail
The martyr couldn't believe his eyes
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The War Works Hard by Dunya Mikhail
How magnificent the war is
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Second Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
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Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay
She is neither pink nor pale,
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Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The railroad track is miles away
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God's World by Edna St. Vincent Millay
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough
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The Plaid Dress by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Strong sun, that bleach
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Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay
We were very tired, we were very merry
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First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
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The Suicide by Edna St. Vincent Millay
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
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Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay
All I could see from where I stood
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Assault by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
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What Does E Stand For? by E. Ethelbert Miller
Everything
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Looking for Omar by E. Ethelbert Miller
I'm in the school bathroom
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#4 by Jane Miller
Do you know how long it has been since a moral choice presented itself
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Photograph of People Dancing in France by Leslie Adrienne Miller
It's true that you don't know them--nor do I
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Outliving the Lyric Moment by Leslie Adrienne Miller
I didn't expect to escape. I've stepped out of planes
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osculation for easter flower by Sandra Miller
if we weren't made of soot—which we highly suspected/respected
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Nocturne by Wayne Miller
Tonight all the leaves are paper spoons
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A Song On the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz
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Artificer by Czeslaw Milosz
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets,
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On His Deceased Wife by John Milton
Me thought I saw my late espousèd Saint
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On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity by John Milton
This is the month, and this the happy morn
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When I Consider How My Light Is Spent by John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent,
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To the Same by John Milton
Cyriack, this three years’ day these eyes, though clear
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Paradise Lost, Book IV, [The Argument] by John Milton
O for that warning voice, which he who saw
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Lycidas by John Milton
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
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On Time by John Milton
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race
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Paradise Lost, Book VI, Lines 801-866 by John Milton
Stand still in bright array, ye Saints; here stand
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Paradise Lost, Book I, Lines 221-270 by John Milton
Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime
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On Shakespeare by John Milton
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd Bones
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Song On May Morning by John Milton
Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger
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F15 by Carol Mirakove
flash card. fever down.
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Sonnet for Salvadore by Gary Miranda
Of Salvadore the Celery King I sing.
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For a Daughter Who Leaves by Janice Mirikitani
A woman weaves
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Woman Martyr by Agi Mishol
You are only twenty
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Far Edge by Nancy Mitchell
Where she had peed in the dirt,
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In the Girls' Room by Wendy Mnookin
I saw them making out, Sheila whispers
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The Lightning Field, 6 by Carol Moldaw
a patch of virga/a verse paragraph
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Salt by Ander Monson
It covers everything, a glossy January rind
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Epistle from Mrs. Yonge to Her Husband by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Think not this paper comes with vain pretense
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White Water by John Montague
The light, tarred skin
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There are Days by John Montague
There are days when
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The Lemon Trees by Eugenio Montale
Hear me a moment. Laureate poets
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Salt by Eugenio Montale
We don't know if tomorrow has green pastures
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In the Greenhouse by Eugenio Montale
The lemon bushes overflowed
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Old Santeclaus by Clement Clark Moore
Old Santeclaus with much delight
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A Visit from Saint Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
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Red Shoes by Honor Moore
all that autumn you step from the train
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Wallace Stevens by Honor Moore
The great poet came to me in a dream
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New Shoes by Honor Moore
She wore them with silk and black sheers
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A Grave by Marianne Moore
Man looking into the sea,
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The Fish by Marianne Moore
wade / through black jade
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Baseball and Writing by Marianne Moore
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting
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He "Digesteth Harde Yron" by Marianne Moore
Although the aepyornis
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Poetry by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond
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Spenser's Ireland by Marianne Moore
has not altered;--
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The Paper Nautilus by Marianne Moore
For authorities whose hopes
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Piazza Gimma by Fabio Mórabito
I spy on the building
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Without a Philosophy by Elizabeth Morgan
Toward the end of this summer
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The Helmet by A. F. Moritz
The greatest twentieth-century work of art is not a poem or
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Love Is Enough by William Morris
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning
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Prologue of the Earthly Paradise by William Morris
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing
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Void and Compensation (Stephon Marbury) by Michael Morse
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Void and Compensation (Pug-nosed Dream) by Michael Morse
If most things speak for themselves, can't it be said
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Belarusian I by Valzhyna Mort
even our mothers have no idea how we were born
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The Inn by Emmanuel Moses
A little wine
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The Culture of Glass by Thylias Moss
Thanksgiving 2004: I’m thankful for
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Lessons from a Mirror by Thylias Moss
Snow White was nude at her wedding, she's so white
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Georgette by Erín Moure
Dignified is a heartsong here
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Curriculum Vitae by Lisel Mueller
I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea.
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Page 34 / if your complexion is a mess by Harryette Mullen
if your complexion is a mess
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Page 39 / arrives early for the date by Harryette Mullen
arrives early for the date
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Page 5 / sun goes on shining by Harryette Mullen
sun goes on shining
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Black Nikes by Harryette Mullen
We need quarters like King Tut needed a boat. A slave
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Page 72 / mister arty martyr by Harryette Mullen
mister arty martyr
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Page 35 / the essence lady by Harryette Mullen
the essence lady
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Page 1 / Sapphire's lyre styles by Harryette Mullen
Sapphire's lyre styles
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Shedding Skin by Harryette Mullen
Pulling out of the old scarred skin
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Muse & Drudge [just as I am I come] by Harryette Mullen
just as I am I come
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All She Wrote by Harryette Mullen
Forgive me, I’m no good at this. I can’t write back. I
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Empty by Laura Mullen
Huge crystalline cylinders emerge from the water
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Seals at High Island by Richard Murphy
The calamity of seals begins with jaws.
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Chrysalis by Joan Murray
It's mid-September, and in the Magic Wing Butterfly Conservancy
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Survivors--Found by Joan Murray
We thought that they were gone--
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Photographing Aspirations by Les Murray
Fume-glossed, unbearably shrill
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The New Hieroglyphics by Les Murray
In the World language, sometimes called
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An Octave Above Thunder by Carol Muske-Dukes
She began as we huddled, six of us,
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Like This by Carol Muske-Dukes
Maybe it's not the city you thought
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Fifty-Three by Eileen Myles
I've already had a lot of them
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Traveling by Malena Möling
Like streetlights
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The Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda
The memory of you emerges from the night around me
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The Rape of Proserpina by Ovid
Vigorous Sicily sprawled across the gigantic body
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Aphorisms by Antonio Porchia
Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take
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