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The Iliad, Book XVIII, [The Shield of Achilles] by Homer
Thee, welcome, goddess! what occasion calls
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The Iliad, Book I, Lines 1-14 by Homer
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
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Words from the Front by Ron Padgett
We don't look as young
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Poet as Immortal Bird by Ron Padgett
A second ago my heart thump went
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Nothing in That Drawer by Ron Padgett
Nothing in that drawer
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Rialto by Ron Padgett
When my mother said Let’s go down to the Rialto
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Fairy Tale by Ron Padgett
The little elf is dressed in a floppy cap
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In Louisiana by Albert Bigelow Paine
The long, gray moss that softly swings
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Sun by Michael Palmer
Write this. We have burned all their villages
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Eighth Sky by Michael Palmer
It is scribbled along the body
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Dearest Reader by Michael Palmer
He painted the mountain over and over again
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Who Is to Say by Michael Palmer
Who is to say
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Company of Moths by Michael Palmer
We thought it could all be found in The Book of Poor Text
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Epitaph by Eric Pankey
Beyond the traceries of the auroras,
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Field Note by Eric Pankey
An arctic, oblique light
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Light By Which I Read by Eric Pankey
One does not turn to the rose for shade
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Restless Ghost by Eric Pankey
The wasp's paper nest hung all winter
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The God of Draperies by Alan Michael Parker
When revelation comes, the God of Draperies
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What was he saying and to whom by Alan Michael Parker
What was he saying and to whom
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On Snow by James Parton
From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin
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I Married You by Linda Pastan
I married you
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The Cossacks by Linda Pastan
For Jews, the Cossacks are always coming.
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WHERE? by Kenneth Patchen
There's a place the man always say
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The Orange Bears by Kenneth Patchen
The Orange bears with soft friendly eyes
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Luing by Don Paterson
When the day comes, as the day surely must
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The Thread by Don Paterson
Jamie made his landing in the world
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The Responsibility of Love by G. E. Patterson
Where you are now, the only lights are stars
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Ancestors by Cesare Pavese
Stunned by the world, I reached an age
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Credible Information, 1999 - 2003 by Mark Pawlak
At the wedding of Prince Edward and Sophie Rhys-Jones
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Couple Sharing a Peach by Molly Peacock
It's not the first time
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Chance by Molly Peacock
may favor obscure brainy aptitudes in you
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Parable with Broken Frame by John Peck
An old architect at a littered worktable
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Wound by Inge Pederson
Cold comes from every corner
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White Shells by Kathleen Peirce
Then there was beauty in what clung,
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What’s Written on the Body by Peter Pereira
He will not light long enough
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Pica by Jennifer Perrine
This is how clay becomes flesh: dirt and grit
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Lasting Impressions by Allan Peterson
Look at the slight valley of the horse between haunch and shoulder
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Halloween by Arthur Peterson
Out I went into the meadow
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At the Very Beginning by Katie Peterson
When I named you I was on the verge
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Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion] by Petrarch
I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion
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Sonnet 8 [Set me where as the sun doth parch the green] by Petrarch
Set me where as the sun doth parch the green
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Sonnet 12 [Alas, so all things now do hold their peace] by Petrarch
Alas, so all things now do hold their peace
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Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find] by Petrarch
Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find
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Sonnet 7 [The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings] by Petrarch
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings
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Sonnet 102 [If no love is, O God, what fele I so?] by Petrarch
If no love is, O God, what fele I so
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Father Listens to the Artists by David Petruzelli
When I was eight months old, Jackson Pollock
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Virginia Evening by Michael Pettit
Just past dusk I passed Christiansburg,
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Ferrum [excerpt] by M. NourbeSe Philip
s no s laves s in nest/s with
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Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm by Carl Phillips
So that each / is its own, now--each has fallen, blond stillness.
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Porcelain by Carl Phillips
As when a long forgetfulness lifts suddenly, and what
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Passing by Carl Phillips
When the Famous Black Poet speaks,
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If a Wilderness by Carl Phillips
Then spring came
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Leda, After the Swan by Carl Phillips
Perhaps, / in the exaggerated grace
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Seeing As [excerpt] by Lance Phillips
SUPPERADDING HANDCUP COLLARHAND UP SHAFT TO BEAD
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Night Train Through Inner Mongolia by Anthony Piccione
Now the child is a runny-nosed stranger
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The Refinery by Robert Pinsky
Thirsty and languorous after their long black sleep
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Shirt by Robert Pinsky
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
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First Things to Hand by Robert Pinsky
In the skull kept on the desk
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Morning Song by Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
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Daddy by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
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Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
I have done it again.
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My Brother's Mirror by Donald Platt
At eight years old my brother born with Down syndrome
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Horse in the Cage by Stanley Plumly
Its face, as long as an arm, looks down & down.
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Infidelity by Stanley Plumly
The two-toned Olds swinging sideways out of
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Spirit Birds by Stanley Plumly
The spirit world the negative of this one
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Out-of-the-Body Travel by Stanley Plumly
And then he would lift this finest
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Wildflower by Stanley Plumly
Some--the ones with fish names--grow so north
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Woman on Twenty-Second Eating Berries by Stanley Plumly
She's not angry exactly but all business,
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Dream-Land by Edgar Allan Poe
By a route obscure and lonely
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To My Mother by Edgar Allan Poe
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above
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Ulalume by Edgar Allan Poe
The skies they were ashen and sober
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To Helen by Edgar Allan Poe
Helen, thy beauty is to me
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A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
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The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe
Hear the sledges with the bells--
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The Haunted Palace by Edgar Allan Poe
In the greenest of our valleys
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Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
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The Valley of Unrest by Edgar Allan Poe
Once it smiled a silent dell
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El Dorado by Edgar Allan Poe
Gaily bedight, / A gallant knight,
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Lenore by Edgar Allan Poe
Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
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Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone
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Sky by Anzhelina Polonskaya
He broke up the sky on the square and gave it like bread crumbs to birds.
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Springing by Marie Ponsot
In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers.
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Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot [Shut, shut the door] by Alexander Pope
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
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Essay on Man, Epistle II by Alexander Pope
Know, then, thyself, presume not God to scan;
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Essay on Criticism [But most by numbers] by Alexander Pope
But most by numbers judge a poet's song
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Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope
In these deep solitudes and awful cells
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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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Noël by Anne Porter
When snow is shaken
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A List of Praises by Anne Porter
Give praise With psalms that tell the trees to sing
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A Short Testament by Anne Porter
Whatever harm I may have done
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Winter Twilight by Anne Porter
On a clear winter's evening
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Just One of Those Things by Cole Porter
As Dorothy Parker Once said to her boy friend
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Portrait d'une Femme by Ezra Pound
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea
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Notes for Canto CXX by Ezra Pound
I have tried to write Paradise
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The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter by Ezra Pound
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
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Sestina: Altaforte by Ezra Pound
Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
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In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
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The Return by Ezra Pound
See, they return; ah, see the tentative
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Canto XIV by Ezra Pound
Io venni in luogo d'ogni luce muto
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Canto I by Ezra Pound
And then went down to the ship,
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Ballad of the Goodly Fere by Ezra Pound
Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
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Hugh Selwyn Mauberly [excerpt] by Ezra Pound
For three years, out of key with his time,
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[the cocktail hour finally arrives: whether ending a day at the office] by D. A. Powell
the cocktail hour finally arrives: whether ending a day at the office
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corydon & alexis, redux by D. A. Powell
and yet we think that song outlasts us all: wrecked devotion
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Pledge by Elizabeth Powell
Republic, your cool hands / On my schoolgirl shoulders.
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At Deep Midnight by Minnie Bruce Pratt
It's at dinnertime the stories come, abruptly,
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Red String by Minnie Bruce Pratt
At first she thought the lump in the road
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The Subway Entrance by Minnie Bruce Pratt
He was her guide. He lived in hell. Every day he thought
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The Blue Cup by Minnie Bruce Pratt
Through binoculars the spiral nebula was
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Walking Back Up Depot Street by Minnie Bruce Pratt
In Hollywood, California (she'd been told) women travel
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Breakfast by Minnie Bruce Pratt
Rush hour, and the short order cook lobs breakfast
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The Great Migration by Minnie Bruce Pratt
The third question in Spanish class is: De donde eres tu?
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Super Samson Simpson by Jack Prelutsky
I am Super Samson Simpson,
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As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed by Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face by Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
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The Visitor by Jack Prelutsky
it came today to visit
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Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens by Jack Prelutsky
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
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Dora Diller by Jack Prelutsky
"My stomach's full of butterflies!"
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Bleezer's Ice Cream by Jack Prelutsky
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
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Dear George Bush by Kristin Prevallet
I am writing this letter just to inform you that the tide is turning.
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Nothing Is Lost by Lucyna Prostko
She would emerge from nightmares
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There Is No Audience for Poetry by Kevin Prufer
They wanted him to stop kicking like that
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Last Century by Wyatt Prunty
Last century we took a lot of shots
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Mole by Wyatt Prunty
For weeks he’s tunneled his intricate need
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Two Views by Wyatt Prunty
Into the laterals and faults of strata
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