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A Litany in Time of Plague by Thomas Nashe
Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss
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Her Father Must Be a Skywriter by Mary Jane Nealon
Her hair color was inconsequential
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Spirit by Maggie Nelson
The spirit of Jane
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Minor Miracle by Marilyn Nelson
Which reminds me of another knock-on-wood
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Mama's Promise by Marilyn Nelson
I have no answer to the blank inequity
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Dusting by Marilyn Nelson
Thank you for these tiny
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Cachoeira by Marilyn Nelson
We slept, woke, breakfasted, and met the man
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Daughters, 1900 by Marilyn Nelson
Five daughters, in the slant light on the porch,
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Churchgoing by Marilyn Nelson
The Lutherans sit stolidly in rows;
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The House on Moscow Street by Marilyn Nelson
It's the ragged source of memory,
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Pockets by Howard Nemerov
Are generally over or around
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Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry by Howard Nemerov
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
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A Primer of the Daily Round by Howard Nemerov
A peels an apple, while B kneels to God
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Found Poem by Howard Nemerov
The population center of the USA
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Love For This Book by Pablo Neruda
In these lonely regions I have been powerful
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The Book of Questions, III by Pablo Neruda
Tell me, is the rose naked
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Nothing But Death by Pablo Neruda
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
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Unity by Pablo Neruda
There is something dense, united, settled in the depths
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Still Another Day: XVII/Men by Pablo Neruda
The truth is in the prologue
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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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Curse by Pablo Neruda
Furrowed motherland, I swear that in your ashes
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The Separate Rose: I by Pablo Neruda
Today is that day, the day that carried
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The Prophet's Song by Daniel Nester
Chunky on the shag rug, I'm looking for my anthem, I'm looking for my head-
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A Bedtime Story For Mr. Lamb by Arthur Nevis
What story would you like to hear, Mr. Lamb?
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Wrap by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
I don't mean when a movie ends,
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Wild Is The Wind by Travis Nichols
There is a movie called "She's Gotta Have It"
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In the great snowfall before the bomb by Lorine Niedecker
In the great snowfall before the bomb
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Poet's Work by Lorine Niedecker
Grandfather
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My Friend Tree by Lorine Niedecker
My friend tree / I sawed you down
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I rose from marsh mud by Lorine Niedecker
I rose from marsh mud
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When Ecstasy is Inconvenient by Lorine Niedecker
Feign a great calm;
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A Purchase of Porcelain by Jean Nordhaus
Because the king
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Romantic Note by Charles North
Pieces—stems, ghosts—of afternoon
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The Baby by Kate Northrop
The shadows of the couple
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The Undying One, Canto I by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
Moonlight is o'er the dim and heaving sea
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Love Not by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay
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We Have Been Friends Together by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
We have been friends together
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I Do Not Love Thee by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
I do not love thee!—no! I do not love thee
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The Descent of Alette ["I stood waiting"] by Alice Notley
"I stood waiting" "for some minutes" "in this very" "alive darkness—"
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The Descent of Alette ["Presently"] by Alice Notley
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World's Bliss by Alice Notley
The men & women sang & played
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No world is intact by Alice Notley
No world is intact
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The Descent of Alette ["I walked into"] by Alice Notley
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The Descent of Alette ["The water" "of the river"] by Alice Notley
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At Night the States by Alice Notley
At night the states
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The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
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Searchers by D. Nurkse
We gave our dogs a button to sniff
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Two Countries by Naomi Shihab Nye
Skin remembers how long the years grow
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The Words Under the Words by Naomi Shihab Nye
My grandmother’s hands recognize grapes
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The Man Whose Voice Has Been Taken From His Throat by Naomi Shihab Nye
remains all supple hands and gesture
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San Antonio by Naomi Shihab Nye
Tonight I lingered over your name,
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Snow by Naomi Shihab Nye
Once with my scarf knotted over my mouth
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Blood by Naomi Shihab Nye
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Making a Fist by Naomi Shihab Nye
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
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Streets by Naomi Shihab Nye
A man leaves the world
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Negotiations with a Volcano by Naomi Shihab Nye
We will call you "Agua" like the rivers and cool jugs
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Famous by Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish
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Fuel by Naomi Shihab Nye
Even at this late date, sometimes I have to look up
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Floater by Debra Nystrom
Maddening shadow across your line of vision
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Wound by Inge Pederson
Cold comes from every corner
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