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Foreign Wife Elegy by Yuko Taniguchi
My language has its own world
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No Palms by Dorothea Tanning
No palms dolled up the tedium, no breathing wind.
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Before the Snake by Nathaniel Tarn
Sitting, facing the sun, eyes closed. I can hear the
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The Mediterranean by Allen Tate
Where we went in the boat was a long bay
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Ode to the Confederate Dead by Allen Tate
Row after row with strict impunity
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Father's Day by James Tate
My daughter has lived overseas for a number
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Success Comes to Cow Creek by James Tate
I sit on the tracks,
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My Great Great Etc. Uncle Patrick Henry by James Tate
There's a fortune to be made in just about everything
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Teaching the Ape to Write Poems by James Tate
They didn't have much trouble
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The Lost Pilot by James Tate
Your face did not rot
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The List of Famous Hats by James Tate
Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous
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It Happens Like This by James Tate
I was outside St. Cecelia's Rectory
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Siberian Life by Herman Taube
We traveled in sub-zero Arctic weather,
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A Crosstown Breeze by Henry Taylor
A drift of wind
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The Star by Jane Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
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The Violet by Jane Taylor
Down in a green and shady bed
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Arms by Richard Tayson
I’m late for the birth-
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Eden Incunabulum by Brian Teare
so his luciferous kiss, ecliptic : me
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Long after Hopkins by Brian Teare
Nothing at dusk, lord, but dust
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The Kiss by Sara Teasdale
Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
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I Love You by Sara Teasdale
When April bends above me
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Four Winds by Sara Teasdale
"Four winds blowing thro' the sky
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The Gift by Sara Teasdale
What can I give you, my lord, my lover
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Summer Night, Riverside by Sara Teasdale
In the wild soft summer darkness
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What Do I Care by Sara Teasdale
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring
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Barter by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell
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I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you
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After Love by Sara Teasdale
There is no magic any more
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Faults by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me
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There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
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The Look by Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring
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The Falling Star by Sara Teasdale
I saw a star slide down the sky
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On a Night Like This by Michael Teig
When he couldn't sleep and his sight got going
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Directory of Obsolete Securities by Michael Teig
I could stay here humming
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Excluded from Frescoes by Michael Teig
Thank you for the gift. Never have I seen
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Break, Break, Break by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Break, break, break
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The Kraken by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Below the thunders of the upper deep
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Tears, Idle Tears by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
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The Splendor Falls by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The splendor falls on castle walls
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Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
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Tithonus by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall
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The Charge of the Light Brigade by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Half a league, half a league
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In Memoriam, [To Sleep I give my powers away] by Lord Alfred Tennyson
To Sleep I give my powers away
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In Memoriam, Epilogue, [O true and tried, so well and long] by Lord Alfred Tennyson
O true and tried, so well and long
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In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells] by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
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The Lady of Shalott by Lord Alfred Tennyson
On either side the river lie
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The Eagle by Lord Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands
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Crossing the Bar by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star
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Return to Winter by Elaine Terranova
That day the starlings didn't eat
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Shells by Elaine Terranova
In the heat, in the high grass
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Hummingbird by Elaine Terranova
What with foresight and dancing
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The Anniversary by Elaine Terranova
That night
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Mint by Elaine Terranova
Already, we'd be driving past
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At the Zoo by William Makepeace Thackeray
First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black
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The Mahogany Tree by William Makepeace Thackeray
Christmas is here
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Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
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Jigsaw: Second Narrows Bridge at Rush Hour by Sharon Thesen
Seamless afternoon to evening across the bridge beyond
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Winter Letter by Huu Thinh
The letter I wrote you had smeared ink,
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Design for a Silver Box in the Shape of a Melon, 1918 by Jonathan Thirkield
In sheet metal or silver shallows
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Your Journey (4:111) by Jonathan Thirkield
Boat toy boat law boat low in Melodie's arms
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Abend (10:101) by Jonathan Thirkield
In Köln, each triangle picks at the dome
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A Bird in Hand by Amber Flora Thomas
I've memorized its heart pounding into my thumb
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Harm or Home You Can Only Make One by Cammy Thomas
why did he descend on her
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Our eunuch dreams by Dylan Thomas
Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light
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Light breaks where no sun shines by Dylan Thomas
Light breaks where no sun shines;
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Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
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My hero bares his nerves by Dylan Thomas
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
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And death shall have no dominion by Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion
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I see the boys of summer by Dylan Thomas
I see the boys of summer in their ruin
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A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London by Dylan Thomas
Never until the mankind making
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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower by Dylan Thomas
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
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Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
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Winter Sleep by Edith Matilda Thomas
I know it must be winter (though I sleep)
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I Never Saw That Land Before by Edward Thomas
I never saw that land before
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Lights Out by Edward Thomas
I have come to the borders of sleep
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Adlestrop by Edward Thomas
Yes, I remember Adlestrop
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The Kite and The Hawk by Lorenzo Thomas
Man is no longer alone in
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Crowds Surround Us by Tom Thompson
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A fillip. A fandango. by Tom Thompson
The police set about their work so tenderly! Like dolls built to simulate laughter.
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Summer [excerpt] by James Thomson
Increasing still the terrors of these storms
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Great God, I Ask Thee for No Meaner Pelf by Henry David Thoreau
Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf
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Smoke by Henry David Thoreau
Light-winged Smoke! Icarian bird
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Inspiration by Henry David Thoreau
Whate'er we leave to God, God does
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The Forest of My Hair by James Tolan
I'm 28 years old in the flesh
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The Happy Place by Rawdon Tomlinson
With sand-wind flapping
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Portrait in Georgia by Jean Toomer
Hair--braided chestnut,
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Song of the Son by Jean Toomer
Pour O pour that parting soul in song,
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Reapers by Jean Toomer
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones
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Red Pens by Tony Towle
The little Hispanic girl at the stationer's
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Radio Love Poem by Alison Townsend
The radio makes me nervous. But there was a time when I loved it, thir-
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The Coronary Garden, section 6 by Ann Townsend
Despair needles you with its whisper
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Shadows in the Water by Thomas Traherne
In unexperienced infancy
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Outskirts by Tomas Tranströmer
Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch
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After a Death by Tomas Tranströmer
Once there was a shock
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Letter Home by Natasha Trethewey
Four weeks have passed since I left, and still
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Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey
Here, the Mississippi carved
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Flounder by Natasha Trethewey
Here, she said, put this on your head.
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Theories of Time and Space by Natasha Trethewey
You can get there from here, though
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Providence by Natasha Trethewey
What's left is footage: the hours before
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Past Light by Pimone Triplett
Within reach of sex but not yet
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The Day Duke Raised: May 24th, 1974 by Quincy Troupe
that day began with a shower
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Sonnet 58 by Sam Truitt
the first thing that an animal does when it enters a new place is kill
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Untitled [Whence cometh such tender rapture?] by Marina Tsvetaeva
Whence cometh such tender rapture?
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And This Just In by David Tucker
Those footfalls on the stairs when the night shift went home
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Burn by Mark Turcotte
Back when I used to be Indian
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Warm Summer Sun by Mark Twain
Warm summer sun
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Road Tar by Chase Twichell
A kid said you could chew road tar
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To the Reader: Twilight by Chase Twichell
Whenever I look
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To the Reader: Polaroids by Chase Twichell
Who are you, austere little cloud
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Erotic Energy by Chase Twichell
Don't tell me we're not like plants,
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The Blade of Nostalgia by Chase Twichell
When fed into the crude, imaginary
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To the Reader: If You Asked Me by Chase Twichell
I want you with me, and yet you are the end
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Stirred Up By Rain by Chase Twichell
I fired up the mower
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