POETRY SWAP MEET: Poetry we don't usually know about, or?
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Taylor Mali
As a slam poetry performer, Taylor Mali has been on seven National Poetry Slam teams; six appeared on the finals stage and four won the competition (1996 with Team Providence; 1997, 2000 and 2002 with Team NYC-Urbana). Mali is the author of What Learning Leaves and the Last Time as We Are (Write Bloody Publishing), has recorded four CDs, and is included in various anthologies. Poets who have influenced him include Billy Collins, Saul Williams, Walt Whitman, Rives, Mary Oliver, and Naomi Shihab Nye. He is perhaps best known for the poem "What Teachers Make." The popular poem became the basis of a book of essays, titled, "What Teachers Make: In Praise of the Greatest Job in the World" which was published in 2012 by Putnam Adult.[9]
He appeared in Taylor Mali & Friends Live at the Bowery Poetry Club and the documentaries "SlamNation" (1997) and "Slam Planet" (2006). He was also in the HBO production, "Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry," which won a Peabody Award in 2003. Taylor Mali is the former president of Poetry Slam Incorporated, and he has performed with such renowned poets as Billy Collins and Allen Ginsberg. Although he retired from the National Poetry Slam competition in 2005,[10] he still helps curate the reading series Page Meets Stage, held monthly at the Bowery Poetry Club. His chapbook, The Whetting Stone, won the Rattle Chapbook Prize for 2017. Source: Wikipedia
Link to recording of Taylor Mali reading The Second Pass:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awaBcRsOXsY
Taylor Mali
THE SECOND PASS
The first pass along the whetting stone
creates an edge too fine to last;
the second, more blunting pass
tempers the edge into usefulness.
Together we used to hone blades
so unutterably precise
tomatoes would slice themselves
open to expose their reddest flesh.
Later, in the restaurant’s kitchen,
when the head chef needed a knife,
screaming in French, he came to her
station and used one of hers.
She told me this with pride one night,
then put her hand on my chest
and cried stainless steel tears
I could not understand.
When she jumped from the window
and they searched the apartment,
they found in the bathroom a knife,
its edge unbloodied, as sharp as a razor.
And I keep thinking of the second pass,
how it sharpens as it dulls the working edge,
how the one has a real and necessary need
of the other to do what it does.
—from The Whetting Stone
2017 Rattle Chapbook Prize Winner
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The Flea
By John Donne (1572–1631)
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know’st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.
Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, nay more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
And cloistered in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou
Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now;
’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me,
Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.
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Asiya Wadud
THE DOG GOD
for Soleil
Some say the dog god infinite empire. Some say turn the same stone until the work is done. Some say burnish the dog god against a slick cutting stone. Some say wait until each stone is turned. Some suns light others too much, some need it urgent, some just yearn, some say the dog god lurks infinite pyre. Some say Titus when the milk is gone, some need the dog god when the laughing days are done, some yoke the lambent sun, some yearn. Some express simulacrum. Some urgent plovers alight their burden. Some crest fetid carrion when the dog god comes meek. Some take for granted the just, able sun.
Some flex currency at the dog god summit, some commit to knowing when the matte waters reign calm. Some protect a knowing that rises from the bones and the dog god, the dog god the home.
But the good living ones and the bevy between us and they nurture and they frequent and they stoke the new flame and their urgency for mere gods does justice just the same and the good gods the small gods the robbed gods keep us and the bevy gives shadow to the good gods among us.
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Asiya Wadud: “I teach second grade and last Thursday a student said, again and again, ‘Tomorrow is going to be very different from today, tomorrow is going to be very different from today.’ This student is seven years old and the only president she’s ever known is Barack Obama. I wrote this as a reminder that there are always good gods among us, even when dog gods reign.”
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David Berman (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Berman_(musician)) ...
... was a poet as well as a musician. He has a poetry collection called Actual Air (https://opencity.org/books/actual-air) ... since this isn't readily available, find below one of his song lyrics ...
That's Just the Way That I Feel
Well, I don't like talkin' to myself
But someone's gotta say it, hell
I mean, things have not been going well
This time I think I finally fucked myself
You see, the life I live is sickening
I spent a decade playing chicken with oblivion
Day to day, I'm neck and neck with giving in
I'm the same old wreck I've always been
And when I see her in the park
It barely merits a remark
How we stand the standard distance
Distant strangers stand apart
Course I've been humbled by the void
Much of my faith has been destroyed
I've been forced to watch my foes enjoy
Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude
And as the pace of life keeps quickening
Beneath the bitching and the bickering
When I try to drown my thoughts in gin
I find my worst ideas know how to swim
Well, a setback can be a setup
For a comeback if you don't let up
But this kind of hurtin' won't heal
And the end of all wanting
Is all I've been wanting
And that's just the way that I feel
I met failure in Australia
I fell ill in Illinois
I nearly lost my genitalia
To an anthill in Des Moines
I was so far gone in Fargo
South Dakota got annoyed
That's the shit I'm talkin' 'bout
When I talk to you about
Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude
And a setback can be a setup
For a comeback if you don't let up
But this kind of hurtin' won't heal
And the end of all wanting
Is all I've been wanting
The end of all wanting
Is all I've been wanting
The end of all wanting
Is all I've been wanting
And that's just the way that I feel
... was a poet as well as a musician. He has a poetry collection called Actual Air (https://opencity.org/books/actual-air) ... since this isn't readily available, find below one of his song lyrics ...
That's Just the Way That I Feel
Well, I don't like talkin' to myself
But someone's gotta say it, hell
I mean, things have not been going well
This time I think I finally fucked myself
You see, the life I live is sickening
I spent a decade playing chicken with oblivion
Day to day, I'm neck and neck with giving in
I'm the same old wreck I've always been
And when I see her in the park
It barely merits a remark
How we stand the standard distance
Distant strangers stand apart
Course I've been humbled by the void
Much of my faith has been destroyed
I've been forced to watch my foes enjoy
Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude
And as the pace of life keeps quickening
Beneath the bitching and the bickering
When I try to drown my thoughts in gin
I find my worst ideas know how to swim
Well, a setback can be a setup
For a comeback if you don't let up
But this kind of hurtin' won't heal
And the end of all wanting
Is all I've been wanting
And that's just the way that I feel
I met failure in Australia
I fell ill in Illinois
I nearly lost my genitalia
To an anthill in Des Moines
I was so far gone in Fargo
South Dakota got annoyed
That's the shit I'm talkin' 'bout
When I talk to you about
Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude
And a setback can be a setup
For a comeback if you don't let up
But this kind of hurtin' won't heal
And the end of all wanting
Is all I've been wanting
The end of all wanting
Is all I've been wanting
The end of all wanting
Is all I've been wanting
And that's just the way that I feel
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Ocean Vuong
Aubade with Burning City
South Vietnam, April 29, 1975: Armed Forces Radio played Irving Berlin’s “White Christmas” as a code to begin Operation Frequent Wind, the ultimate evacuation of American civilians and Vietnamese refugees by helicopter during the fall of Saigon.
Milkflower petals on the street
like pieces of a girl’s dress.
May your days be merry and bright ...
He fills a teacup with champagne, brings it to her lips.
Open, he says.
She opens.
Outside, a soldier spits out
his cigarette as footsteps
fill the square like stones fallen from the sky. May all
your Christmases be white as the traffic guard
unstraps his holster.
His hand running the hem
of her white dress.
His black eyes.
Her black hair.
A single candle.
Their shadows: two wicks.
A military truck speeds through the intersection, the sound of children
shrieking inside. A bicycle hurled
through a store window. When the dust rises, a black dog
lies in the road, panting. Its hind legs
crushed into the shine
of a white Christmas.
On the nightstand, a sprig of magnolia expands like a secret heard
for the first time.
The treetops glisten and children listen, the chief of police
facedown in a pool of Coca-Cola.
A palm-sized photo of his father soaking
beside his left ear.
The song moving through the city like a widow.
A white ... A white ... I’m dreaming of a curtain of snow
falling from her shoulders.
Snow crackling against the window. Snow shredded
with gunfire. Red sky.
Snow on the tanks rolling over the city walls.
A helicopter lifting the living just out of reach.
The city so white it is ready for ink.
The radio saying run run run.
Milkflower petals on a black dog
like pieces of a girl’s dress.
May your days be merry and bright. She is saying
something neither of them can hear. The hotel rocks
beneath them. The bed a field of ice
cracking.
Don’t worry, he says, as the first bomb brightens
their faces, my brothers have won the war
and tomorrow ...
The lights go out.
I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming ...
to hear sleigh bells in the snow ...
In the square below: a nun, on fire,
runs silently toward her god —
Open, he says.
She opens.
_______________________________
Born in Saigon in 1988, poet and editor Ocean Vuong was raised in Hartford, Connecticut, and earned a BA at Brooklyn College (CUNY). In his poems, he often explores transformation, desire, and violent loss.
In 2014, Vuong was awarded a Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry fellowship from the Poetry Foundation. He received a Whiting Award in 2016 and a MacArthur fellowship in 2019. He is the former managing editor of Thrush Press and currently lives in the Pioneer Valley of Massachusetts, where he is on faculty in the MFA program at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst.
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OCEAN VUONG
A Little Closer to the Edge
Young enough to believe nothing
will change them, they step, hand-in-hand,
into the bomb crater. The night full
of black teeth. His faux Rolex, weeks
from shattering against her cheek, now dims
like a miniature moon behind her hair.
In this version the snake is headless — stilled
like a cord unraveled from the lovers’ ankles.
He lifts her white cotton skirt, revealing
another hour. His hand. His hands. The syllables
inside them. O father, O foreshadow, press
into her — as the field shreds itself
with cricket cries. Show me how ruin makes a home
out of hip bones. O mother,
O minutehand, teach me
how to hold a man the way thirst
holds water. Let every river envy
our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body
like a season. Where apples thunder
the earth with red hooves. & I am your son.
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Born in Saigon in 1988, poet and editor Ocean Vuong was raised in Hartford, Connecticut, and earned a BA at Brooklyn College (CUNY). In his poems, he often explores transformation, desire, and violent loss.
In 2014, Vuong was awarded a Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry fellowship from the Poetry Foundation. He received a Whiting Award in 2016 and a MacArthur fellowship in 2019. He is the former managing editor of Thrush Press and currently lives in the Pioneer Valley of Massachusetts, where he is on faculty in the MFA program at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst.
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Daryl Jones
QUOTIDIAN
How the word stands out, ironically,
in everyday speech, as if you’d found
on the vinyl seat beside you
in a busy Italian restaurant
a length of four-inch, corrugated,
black plastic drainpipe, an object
commonplace, certainly,
in the whirring and jackhammering din
of an urban construction site, but startling
amid the clattering crockery and garlicky aroma
of Luigi’s Little Italy.
But then, let’s say, you begin to find
lengths of black plastic drainpipe
in the back seat of your car, under
your desk in the office, at the bottom
of your closet and under your bed.
Then you notice one beside the anchor’s desk
on the evening news, in a photo of politicians
on the front page of the paper.
Soon the startling is quotidian.
It no longer surprises or troubles you.
It’s just black plastic drainpipe, you say.
Everyone sees it. Everyone carries it around.
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Daryl Jones: “This is a response to a an opinion column by CNN reporter Stephen Collinson, who describes Donald Trump’s actions of the past week, his weaponization of the Presidency, the normalization of his egregious behavior, and the widespread complacency in the face of such unprecedented conduct. This is how democracies are lost.”
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Jackleen Holton
A HARD LUMP
sprung up on the right side of my neck
so I went to the doctor, who patted around
the mass, told me it was probably nothing, a cluster
of pissed-off cells, a mini-revolt.
I started to say the word I feared.
No, he said, probably not that, but we’ll run some tests.
Just as I thought, he told me after the needle biopsy,
the CT scan, just a minor populist bloc.
In fact, it looks smaller than before.
Go home, rest. Then we’ll do another scan.
And after that, because it had begun to throb,
a little fist just under my jugular vein,
I said I think it wants to do me in, but he shook
his head, and then he cut me, pulled out the bloody
lump and sewed me back up. I went numb.
He told me I might not feel anything
for about a year. I tried to speak but my voice
came out like a weak wind.
After they biopsied it, he called to say
that it was after all the thing I’d feared,
and that there were surely more pockets
of fascist cells. He said we have to go into battle,
we’ll use this agent we found in the war.
I said I had to think about it. He said don’t think too long.
I went home and cried until a sleep like death
came and covered me, and a god I didn’t know
if I believed in held me in her arms
and whispered you have to love it,
but I knew I already did because it had broken me
open, sent my roots down, it gathered my friends
around me, and we wove a shawl
of prayers. And I said Jesus, and she nodded
even though that’s not her full name. And I said America,
that’s what I call my body sometimes,
we have to love ourself now, we can’t go back
again, we must use this to grow into something
so much greater than we’ve ever been.
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Jackleen Holton: “John Dean said to President Nixon during the Watergate scandal: ‘We have a cancer within—close to the presidency, that’s growing. It’s growing daily. It’s compounding.’ In the week following Trump’s acquittal by senate Republicans, it is more apparent than ever that the cancer on this presidency has compounded and continues to spread throughout our republic.”
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Anthony Tao
CORONAVIRUS IN CHINA
I. Coronavirus in the Neighborhood
We smiled through facemasks,
said hello with our brows,
held open doors
to remind each other
we were still here. Miss Chen the grocer
was gone, back to her hometown.
Old Li the barber was gone,
along with his radio. Zhou the locksmith
only left a phone number, Min absconded
with her cherished regrets, and
the Zhang family, who made flatbread,
never returned: Gone
for the new year, the sign
on their door read.
Those of us still here
nodded knowingly, sidestepped
couriers zipping down our alleys
on our way to Tang’s noodle shop.
The sky is nice, we grunted. The air clean.
We were surrounded by kindness that barely
seemed real. Our throats itched for coal
and tar. Whatever else we craved,
of insurrection or speaking truth
to bureaucracy, whatever small
bonuses we desired for ourselves
or ailments we nursed, of anger
or temperatures, we did it indoors.
We pulled our curtains and waited
until the kettle screeched, then said
exactly what we had always wanted.
II. Coronavirus in the Streets
The viruses had first and last names
until there were too many to count.
We grafted masks onto their faces
and by that point, what did names
matter? We locked them in
boxes, sealed those boxes within
larger boxes built in ten days. But
still they leaked out into the streets,
confused, bumping randomly
into people who could not see.
Watch for them, we whispered,
but to us they all looked
the same. We practiced saying
plague, a fun word, and some of us
wished for it, because why not. Alas,
it was hard to overcome our hardwiring,
animal instinct to survive even
if we knew we were doomed.
We stalked the side alleys with déjà vu
feeling we’d done this before, back
in another lifetime—spying
on neighbors, reporting family,
mantis arms and wheels of history,
misery enforced as baseline.
In a way, we are all the same disease.
To survive humans, you have to give up
humanity—so says the tyrant within.
Our lungs cracked like sheet ice. Breath
whistled through our veins like steam. We searched
for sickness, but there was only sharpness, like guilt.
III. Coronavirus in the Bedroom
The virus watched, nose pressed
against the window, but the lovers
didn’t notice, they rolled like bonobos, shaking
the bed. We heard through our walls,
which means they could hear us, too,
shaking in ways animals can,
forgetting—forgiving—our limbs, our
organs, all the ways our rococo parts
can thrash, can work toward climax, can spoil,
omphalos of all the worlds where we
exist, our vigor omnidirectional.
On the other side, our other neighbor
pounded on the wall. Damn
him, we thought, could he not
take it up with the virus, out there?
Of course, we knew we were being
unfair. The virus was here to stay.
We could sense it even now, lonely
virus shivering in the cold,
eyes alit upon the ecstasy unfolding,
time and everything stopped, its breath
fogging up our window, trying to leave
a reminder, its mouth curled in an O,
shouting Ooh-la-la. And, Bravo!
IV. Coronavirus in the Imperial Garden
The virus is an enemy that fights without rules
but it lacks resolve. It lacks country.
We speak this way inside the Imperial Garden
in the Office of Epidemic Prevention
and Control to remind the people
who is in control—of who has not
abandoned them, who can lift fog,
move mountains and rivers.
What would you sacrifice for your home,
which is your country? We will discipline failures
on a pillar of shame. We will stay upbeat.
We spared a thought for the city besieged
in the province of one thousand lakes;
we heard a man leapt off Simen Gate bridge,
but truth is what we say. The poet says
truth is what’s proclaimed before judgment,
but what does it matter? The good doctor
died despite believing. We do not believe—
we know how the system works, how numbers
are reported, what newscasters mean when they
stipulate faith in the Ultimate Arbiter.
“Do you understand?” is a rhetorical question.
Would you choose People over people,
country over self, Party over family?
We tore down mahjong parlors, demanded
whereabouts, asked others to set an example,
maintain distance, sleep in separate beds.
Be patriotic. At home, our real homes, we huddled
closer than before. We feared if—when—we came
out of this, they would see clearer than ever.
V. Coronavirus in the Air
Masks. Wearing them,
we were more aware
of the other.
Our eyes locked more often,
for longer, searching for provocation,
gauging interest
down to conjunctiva.
We experimented with sounds,
soughing and snuffling,
and remembered the lessons
our cats and dogs had taught:
ears back, head tilted. We were polite
to those we did not care for,
widening our expressions,
softening our brows
to say we understand the feeling.
But occasionally, next to a body
we leaned toward,
we grimaced with yearning,
with agony and despair that we could not
rip off these masks and laugh
at our poor nerves aflutter. Our gazes
settled on cloudshadow and withy,
old tiles upon rooftops and dragon wings
rippling the pale blue. We saw the ways
we merge with the world, with the air,
taking into our lungs
the trees, the purslane in pavement, the rewards
for being who we are. Magic, we said
to ourselves, forgetting what we were afraid of.
VI. Coronavirus in the Heart
We stopped saying hello.
We infected with caprice, infected
ones we love with doubt,
those we dislike with conviction;
with memories of the gone,
which is an exacting affliction,
afflicted as we are with the same disease;
with misunderstanding,
avoidable if we weren’t simply ourselves;
with truth blasted out like a sneeze
we’d meant to keep in. We sighed
in bed, patted the outline of body next to us,
soothed by the warm hiss of the shower.
The virus was gone, and in those early days
we filled its vacuum with energy and humor;
then with our sense of what is righteous,
trying to infect others. In our purgatory
we had learned what was meant by
“human condition,” and now
we wondered what was worth celebrating.
A triumph for humanity, the news trumpeted
while we questioned if we deserved it.
We leaned away from bodies, stopped
holding doors. We dragged our feet
on office carpets, poured coffee without smelling.
We looked mockingly on those still masked,
forgetting the ways we are infectious.
We walked the streets like sorrowful ghosts.
With two fingers we rubbed our chest,
wondering what was missing.
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CONTINUED vvvv
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( continued )
Anthony Tao: “I live in Beijing, where for the last two weeks I have been trying to write about the topic in all the headlines: the COVID-19 coronavirus epidemic. In truth, I could be responding to any number of news stories I’ve read in the past month, but the one I’ll highlight is a very recent article from the New York Times: ‘To Tame Coronavirus, Mao-Style Social Control Blankets China.’ I most directly address the article’s themes of distrust and Cultural Revolution-style control in my second part, ‘Coronavirus in the Streets.’ But the New York Times only got it half right: In my experience, the people I’ve encountered—including police, neighborhood volunteers, etc.—have gone out of their way to be nicer than before, more courteous, patient, and respectful. I try to capture this sense of camaraderie in the first part, ‘Coronavirus in the Neighborhood.’ I also want to include some notes for the fourth part, ‘Coronavirus in the Imperial Garden,’ written from the perspective of someone within China’s central government (‘Imperial Garden’ is a reference to Zhongnanhai, equivalent to China’s White House). The ‘Do you understand’ line is a question Dr. Li Wenliang was asked, in the early days of the outbreak, by Wuhan police: ‘We hope that you can calm down and earnestly reflect … If you are stubborn, refuse to repent, and continue to carry out illegal activities, you will be punished by the law! Do you understand?’ All Dr. Li had done was compare this new, as-yet unidentified disease with the 2003 SARS outbreak, which remains a politically sensitive subject in China. The public was outraged after Li himself died of the coronavirus. From that same part, the lines ‘We do not believe’ and ‘truth is what’s proclaimed before judgment’ are both in reference to Bei Dao’s most famous poem, ‘The Answer,’ which became a rally cry for an entire generation of idealistic young Chinese—who remained skeptical and hopeful and good until the aftermath of the 1989 student demonstrations at Tiananmen.”
Anthony Tao: “I live in Beijing, where for the last two weeks I have been trying to write about the topic in all the headlines: the COVID-19 coronavirus epidemic. In truth, I could be responding to any number of news stories I’ve read in the past month, but the one I’ll highlight is a very recent article from the New York Times: ‘To Tame Coronavirus, Mao-Style Social Control Blankets China.’ I most directly address the article’s themes of distrust and Cultural Revolution-style control in my second part, ‘Coronavirus in the Streets.’ But the New York Times only got it half right: In my experience, the people I’ve encountered—including police, neighborhood volunteers, etc.—have gone out of their way to be nicer than before, more courteous, patient, and respectful. I try to capture this sense of camaraderie in the first part, ‘Coronavirus in the Neighborhood.’ I also want to include some notes for the fourth part, ‘Coronavirus in the Imperial Garden,’ written from the perspective of someone within China’s central government (‘Imperial Garden’ is a reference to Zhongnanhai, equivalent to China’s White House). The ‘Do you understand’ line is a question Dr. Li Wenliang was asked, in the early days of the outbreak, by Wuhan police: ‘We hope that you can calm down and earnestly reflect … If you are stubborn, refuse to repent, and continue to carry out illegal activities, you will be punished by the law! Do you understand?’ All Dr. Li had done was compare this new, as-yet unidentified disease with the 2003 SARS outbreak, which remains a politically sensitive subject in China. The public was outraged after Li himself died of the coronavirus. From that same part, the lines ‘We do not believe’ and ‘truth is what’s proclaimed before judgment’ are both in reference to Bei Dao’s most famous poem, ‘The Answer,’ which became a rally cry for an entire generation of idealistic young Chinese—who remained skeptical and hopeful and good until the aftermath of the 1989 student demonstrations at Tiananmen.”
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Elma Mitchell, 1919-2000. An Scottish born poet who worked for the BBC as a librarian and published later on in life. Rarely gave poetry readings.
THIS POEM …
This poem is dangerous: it should not be left
Within reach of children, or even of adults
Who might swallow it whole, with possibly
Undesirable side-effects. If you come across
An unattended, unidentified poem
In a public place, do not attempt to tackle it
Yourself. Send it (preferably in a sealed container)
To the nearest centre of learning, where it will be rendered
Harmless, by experts. Even the simplest poem
May destroy your immunity to human emotions.
All poems must carry a Government warning. Words
Can seriously affect your heart.
THIS POEM …
This poem is dangerous: it should not be left
Within reach of children, or even of adults
Who might swallow it whole, with possibly
Undesirable side-effects. If you come across
An unattended, unidentified poem
In a public place, do not attempt to tackle it
Yourself. Send it (preferably in a sealed container)
To the nearest centre of learning, where it will be rendered
Harmless, by experts. Even the simplest poem
May destroy your immunity to human emotions.
All poems must carry a Government warning. Words
Can seriously affect your heart.
Josh
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Reginald Arkell, 1881-1959. Arkell was a script writer for the BBC, comic novelist, and writer of many musical plays. He wrote play version of a very popular book at the time "1066 and All That". He also wrote a series of 4 books of light verse on gardening, of which "Green Fly" is one I remember my mother reciting when I was a child. I found the book it came from while I was clearing out the house after she died
GREEN FLY
Of every single garden pest,
I think I hate the green fly best
My hate for him is stern and strong:
I've hated him both loud and long.
Since I first met him in the Spring
I've hated him like anything.
There was one green fly, I recall:
I hated him the most of all.
He sat upon my finest rose,
And put his finger to his nose.
Then sneered, and turned away his head
To bite my rose of royal red.
Next day I noticed, with alarm,
That he had started out to charm
A lady fly, as green in hue
As all the grass that ever grew.
He wooed, he won: she named the night -
And gave my rose another bite.
Ye gods, quoth I, if this goes on,
Before another week has gone,
These two will propagate their kind
Until one morning I will find
A million green fly on my roses,
All with their fingers to their noses.
I made a fire, I stoked it hot
With all the rubbish I had got:
I picked the rose of royal red
Which should have been their bridal bed;
And on the day they twain were mated
They also were incinerated.
GREEN FLY
Of every single garden pest,
I think I hate the green fly best
My hate for him is stern and strong:
I've hated him both loud and long.
Since I first met him in the Spring
I've hated him like anything.
There was one green fly, I recall:
I hated him the most of all.
He sat upon my finest rose,
And put his finger to his nose.
Then sneered, and turned away his head
To bite my rose of royal red.
Next day I noticed, with alarm,
That he had started out to charm
A lady fly, as green in hue
As all the grass that ever grew.
He wooed, he won: she named the night -
And gave my rose another bite.
Ye gods, quoth I, if this goes on,
Before another week has gone,
These two will propagate their kind
Until one morning I will find
A million green fly on my roses,
All with their fingers to their noses.
I made a fire, I stoked it hot
With all the rubbish I had got:
I picked the rose of royal red
Which should have been their bridal bed;
And on the day they twain were mated
They also were incinerated.
Josh
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An up-dated A-Z of poems (nearly 300) posted on Poetry Swap Meet, now covering the first 20 pages. It is posted in two halves due to the restriction of 8,000 characters per posting. This one A-K ... and L-Z should follow on. The previous A-Z was on page:13, now deleted.
Sorry, but I don't know how to get the page numbers to align.
ACHTERBERG, Brady Trips to Hell and What I Found There 9
AGBAAKIN, O-Jeremiah The Book of revelation 10
AGBAAKIN, O-Jeremiah Ode to David’s Ennui (or Land of Babel -II) 14
ALI, Muhammed He Took a Few Cups of Love 18
ALVI, Moniza I would like to be a Dot in a Painting by Miró 9
ANDERSON, Chris Misreading Darwin 12
ANDERSON, Chris Living the Chemical Life 14
ANON (? Afgan Landay - A Saying ?) 12
ARCHPOET The Confession of Golias 5
ARKELL, Reginald Green Fly 20
ARMITAGE, Simon Sloth 9
ARMITAGE, Simon Zoom! 13
ARTAUD, Antonin Dark Poet 8
AZZOUNI, Jody Killing its Parents 14
BACA, Jimmy Celebrate 6
BALWIT, Devon Jew 8
BARACA, Amiri A Poem for Speculative Hipsters 7
BARGEN, Walter Lunacy (for Robert Bly) 8
BAVETTA, Ruth Critical Mass 17
BEACH, Judi.K Tomato and Knife 16
BEAL, Scott Feats of Pain and Daring 14
BEBAN, Richard My Grandmother told us Jokes 11
BELL, Heather Love Poem 9
BELL, Heather Crayola has a Contest to Name its New Colour Blue 16
BELL, Marvin White Clover 10
BELL, Meghan Where do People go, when you close your Eyes 11
BERMAN, David That’s Just The Way I Feel 20
BERRYMAN, John Dream Song 4 8
BERRYMAN, John The Dispossessed 8
BESTARD, Nicole Ortolan 12
BHATTACHARJEE, Manash Kashmire, Kashmir 13
BICKHAM, Katie The Blades 10
BIDART, Frank Hunger for the Absolute 7
BLAKE, William The Tyger 1
BLAUNER, Laurie Peculiar Crimes 10
BOWERS, Susanne Childhood Journey 8
BRESNER, Catherine Canvasser 13
BROOKS, Gwendolyn An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire 7
BROWN, Nickole To those who were our first Gods: An Offering 9
BRUCE, Mark.C The Pompeiian Couple 16
BUKOWSKI, Charles Death Wants More Death 1
BUKOWSKI, Charles Eat Your Heart out 1
CALLAN, Patricia Clerking at the Ideal Library 12
CARLSON-WEE, Anders Where I’m At 11
CENDOYA, Gerardo Creationism 6
CHINN, McKenzie You Don’t Look Like Someone 10
CLIFT, Liz At the Edge of the Hennessey Farm 10
COHEN, Bruce The Jerry Lewis Telethon 9
COHEN, Leonard Hallelujah 4
COHEN, Leonard You want it darker 4
COLLINS, Billy Purity 1
COLLINS, Billy Reading Myself to Sleep 2
COLONA, Sarah From One Sarah To Another 11
COOLIDGE, Clark Leafing the Book on Rocky Feathers 9
CORRIGAN, Paul.T You Moved Your Whole Town 15
COYLE, Elizabeth Hoe To Talk About Guns In America 12
CRANE, Hart The Broken Tower 7
CUEVAS COB, Briceida (Parts IV & V of a longer poem) 12
DALEY, Victor Brunette 4
DARWISH, Mahmoud Lesson from the Kama Sutra 11
DAVIS, T.S The Gravedigger Thinks Of 18
DE ANDRADE, Eugénio Goats 1
DEAN, James Ode to a Tijuana Toilet 5
DELURY, Anna Breathing Lesson 16
DENBY, Edwin Adjoining Entrances to Office Buildings in Renaissance Styles 1
DENNIS< Felix Snakeskin Boots 17
DEV SEN, Nabaneeta The Appointment 5
DHARKER, Imtiaz The Right Word 15
DHUGA, Umit Singh The Three degrees 15
DOBYNS, Stephen Spiritual Chickens 17
DONNE, John The Flea 20
DOOLITTLE, Hilda Hermes of the Ways 9
DWYER, June Afternoon 1
DURCAN, Paul My Beloved compares herself to a Pint of Stout 10
EISENBERG, Danny Budget Cuts 14
EMPEROR TENCHI (Untitled) 5
ENDURANCE, Jonathan Aubade in the Boneyard 14
ERIKSON, Susan.J Ode to Antiques Roadshow 17
ESPADA, Martin Morir Soñando 17
ESTABROOK, Michael Grand Illusion 7
EVANS, Anna Crash 7
EVELLY, Jeanmarie History of a Body 19
FANTHORPE, U.A Not My Best Side 13
FASANO, Joseph Hymn 8
FERNANDEZ, Megan Why We Drink 9
GILL, Marjorie Lofti The Wrong Person to Ask 18
GILLILAND, Raquel Vasquez The Tale of the Earth 19
GLANGLUN, Amairgen The Song of Amairgen 1
GLOEGGLER, Tony Some long Ago Summer 7
GROSSBERG, Benjamin The Space Traveler’s Moon 12
GU CHENG Sleeping Soundly in Daytime 4
GUILAR, Liam A Presentment of Englishry 13
HAINES-STILES, Alexandra Ten Year Challenge 10
HARVEY, Kim Sonnet for the Night Shift 8
HEMINGWAY, Ernest Country Poem with Little Country 5
HEMINGWAY, Ernest (10 short war poems) 6
HENN, Steve They Mustache him Some Questions 14
HICOCK, Bob Going Big 4
HICOCK, Bob Things Rich and Multiple and Alone 15
HIRSHFIELD, Jane Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World 14
HODGEN, John Hearing 16
HOFFMAN, Ruth Cassel Voice 16
HOLTON, Jackleen I’m sad with you 5
HOLTON, Jackleen A Hard Lump 20
HUGHES, Langston Let America be America Again 12
HUGHES, Langston The Negro Speaks of Rivers 3
HURST, Bethany Schultz Sweet and Golden Soup 15
JACKSON, Freya War Film 17
JACOB, Temidayo My Mother Dies with her Home 18
JAEGER, Lowell Fish-Burger and Fries 5
JEFFERS, Robinson The House Dog’s Grave 1
JEWELL, Susan Carroll After The Extinction 17
JOHNSON, Brad They said it was a Weather Balloon 5
JOHNSON, John The Book go Fly 11
JONES, Daryl Quotidian 20
JONKER, Ingrid Lied Van Die Lappop 10
KAMPA, Courtney In Charlottesville after Charlottesville 10
KEATS, John Bright Star 6
KELBLEY, Sean The Happy Game 9
KILDEGAARD, Athena Allurement 8
KILMER, Joyce Trees 19
KIPLING, Rudyard Mandalay 11
KIRBY,. David Little Movies 13-14
KNIGHT, Etheridge The Sun Came 2
KNIGHT, Lynne Disappearing Borders 12
KOCZKUR, Cambra Dear Senator, 11
KOMACHI, Ono no Was I Lost 1
KROG, Antjie On My Behalf 15
KRONENFELD, Judy Letter to the Ministry of Loneliness 9
KUSSEROW, Adie After his Death, The Dalai Lama Looks Down on a Yoga Class 15
Sorry, but I don't know how to get the page numbers to align.
ACHTERBERG, Brady Trips to Hell and What I Found There 9
AGBAAKIN, O-Jeremiah The Book of revelation 10
AGBAAKIN, O-Jeremiah Ode to David’s Ennui (or Land of Babel -II) 14
ALI, Muhammed He Took a Few Cups of Love 18
ALVI, Moniza I would like to be a Dot in a Painting by Miró 9
ANDERSON, Chris Misreading Darwin 12
ANDERSON, Chris Living the Chemical Life 14
ANON (? Afgan Landay - A Saying ?) 12
ARCHPOET The Confession of Golias 5
ARKELL, Reginald Green Fly 20
ARMITAGE, Simon Sloth 9
ARMITAGE, Simon Zoom! 13
ARTAUD, Antonin Dark Poet 8
AZZOUNI, Jody Killing its Parents 14
BACA, Jimmy Celebrate 6
BALWIT, Devon Jew 8
BARACA, Amiri A Poem for Speculative Hipsters 7
BARGEN, Walter Lunacy (for Robert Bly) 8
BAVETTA, Ruth Critical Mass 17
BEACH, Judi.K Tomato and Knife 16
BEAL, Scott Feats of Pain and Daring 14
BEBAN, Richard My Grandmother told us Jokes 11
BELL, Heather Love Poem 9
BELL, Heather Crayola has a Contest to Name its New Colour Blue 16
BELL, Marvin White Clover 10
BELL, Meghan Where do People go, when you close your Eyes 11
BERMAN, David That’s Just The Way I Feel 20
BERRYMAN, John Dream Song 4 8
BERRYMAN, John The Dispossessed 8
BESTARD, Nicole Ortolan 12
BHATTACHARJEE, Manash Kashmire, Kashmir 13
BICKHAM, Katie The Blades 10
BIDART, Frank Hunger for the Absolute 7
BLAKE, William The Tyger 1
BLAUNER, Laurie Peculiar Crimes 10
BOWERS, Susanne Childhood Journey 8
BRESNER, Catherine Canvasser 13
BROOKS, Gwendolyn An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire 7
BROWN, Nickole To those who were our first Gods: An Offering 9
BRUCE, Mark.C The Pompeiian Couple 16
BUKOWSKI, Charles Death Wants More Death 1
BUKOWSKI, Charles Eat Your Heart out 1
CALLAN, Patricia Clerking at the Ideal Library 12
CARLSON-WEE, Anders Where I’m At 11
CENDOYA, Gerardo Creationism 6
CHINN, McKenzie You Don’t Look Like Someone 10
CLIFT, Liz At the Edge of the Hennessey Farm 10
COHEN, Bruce The Jerry Lewis Telethon 9
COHEN, Leonard Hallelujah 4
COHEN, Leonard You want it darker 4
COLLINS, Billy Purity 1
COLLINS, Billy Reading Myself to Sleep 2
COLONA, Sarah From One Sarah To Another 11
COOLIDGE, Clark Leafing the Book on Rocky Feathers 9
CORRIGAN, Paul.T You Moved Your Whole Town 15
COYLE, Elizabeth Hoe To Talk About Guns In America 12
CRANE, Hart The Broken Tower 7
CUEVAS COB, Briceida (Parts IV & V of a longer poem) 12
DALEY, Victor Brunette 4
DARWISH, Mahmoud Lesson from the Kama Sutra 11
DAVIS, T.S The Gravedigger Thinks Of 18
DE ANDRADE, Eugénio Goats 1
DEAN, James Ode to a Tijuana Toilet 5
DELURY, Anna Breathing Lesson 16
DENBY, Edwin Adjoining Entrances to Office Buildings in Renaissance Styles 1
DENNIS< Felix Snakeskin Boots 17
DEV SEN, Nabaneeta The Appointment 5
DHARKER, Imtiaz The Right Word 15
DHUGA, Umit Singh The Three degrees 15
DOBYNS, Stephen Spiritual Chickens 17
DONNE, John The Flea 20
DOOLITTLE, Hilda Hermes of the Ways 9
DWYER, June Afternoon 1
DURCAN, Paul My Beloved compares herself to a Pint of Stout 10
EISENBERG, Danny Budget Cuts 14
EMPEROR TENCHI (Untitled) 5
ENDURANCE, Jonathan Aubade in the Boneyard 14
ERIKSON, Susan.J Ode to Antiques Roadshow 17
ESPADA, Martin Morir Soñando 17
ESTABROOK, Michael Grand Illusion 7
EVANS, Anna Crash 7
EVELLY, Jeanmarie History of a Body 19
FANTHORPE, U.A Not My Best Side 13
FASANO, Joseph Hymn 8
FERNANDEZ, Megan Why We Drink 9
GILL, Marjorie Lofti The Wrong Person to Ask 18
GILLILAND, Raquel Vasquez The Tale of the Earth 19
GLANGLUN, Amairgen The Song of Amairgen 1
GLOEGGLER, Tony Some long Ago Summer 7
GROSSBERG, Benjamin The Space Traveler’s Moon 12
GU CHENG Sleeping Soundly in Daytime 4
GUILAR, Liam A Presentment of Englishry 13
HAINES-STILES, Alexandra Ten Year Challenge 10
HARVEY, Kim Sonnet for the Night Shift 8
HEMINGWAY, Ernest Country Poem with Little Country 5
HEMINGWAY, Ernest (10 short war poems) 6
HENN, Steve They Mustache him Some Questions 14
HICOCK, Bob Going Big 4
HICOCK, Bob Things Rich and Multiple and Alone 15
HIRSHFIELD, Jane Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World 14
HODGEN, John Hearing 16
HOFFMAN, Ruth Cassel Voice 16
HOLTON, Jackleen I’m sad with you 5
HOLTON, Jackleen A Hard Lump 20
HUGHES, Langston Let America be America Again 12
HUGHES, Langston The Negro Speaks of Rivers 3
HURST, Bethany Schultz Sweet and Golden Soup 15
JACKSON, Freya War Film 17
JACOB, Temidayo My Mother Dies with her Home 18
JAEGER, Lowell Fish-Burger and Fries 5
JEFFERS, Robinson The House Dog’s Grave 1
JEWELL, Susan Carroll After The Extinction 17
JOHNSON, Brad They said it was a Weather Balloon 5
JOHNSON, John The Book go Fly 11
JONES, Daryl Quotidian 20
JONKER, Ingrid Lied Van Die Lappop 10
KAMPA, Courtney In Charlottesville after Charlottesville 10
KEATS, John Bright Star 6
KELBLEY, Sean The Happy Game 9
KILDEGAARD, Athena Allurement 8
KILMER, Joyce Trees 19
KIPLING, Rudyard Mandalay 11
KIRBY,. David Little Movies 13-14
KNIGHT, Etheridge The Sun Came 2
KNIGHT, Lynne Disappearing Borders 12
KOCZKUR, Cambra Dear Senator, 11
KOMACHI, Ono no Was I Lost 1
KROG, Antjie On My Behalf 15
KRONENFELD, Judy Letter to the Ministry of Loneliness 9
KUSSEROW, Adie After his Death, The Dalai Lama Looks Down on a Yoga Class 15
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Here's L-Z.
LAMÉRIS, Danusha The Lord God Bird 19
LAO TZU XXIV 8
LARKIN, Philip Afternoons 1
LARKIN, Philip No Road 1
LATHAM, Juliet Trompe L’oiel 11
LAVERS, Michael Will Exult Over You With Loud Singing 10
LE, Jenna (a sonnet crown) Guzanoz 13
LENNON, Rayon Kobe 19
LEONARD, Thomas (Excerpt from unknown poem) 10
LEWIS, Lisa A Questioon About Horses 19
LINDEMANN, Till Think Broadly 13
LINDEMANN, Till So Beautiful 13
LORCA, Frederico Garciá Despedida 1
LORCA, Frederico Garciá Farewell 1
LOWELL, Amy Petals 8
LOWELL, Robert Colloquy in Black Rock 2
MacCAIG, Norman Patriot 12
MALI, Taylor The Second Pass 20
MARK, Michael Jews in the wrong place in San Diego 11
McCLOUGHAN, Mark (? …All these lathe-Cut ?) 6
McGAVICK, Jack The Shape of your Elbow 6
McGEE, John High Flight 11
MEDER, M.K Blessing in Disguise 18
MERELLO, Rafael (Unknown) 6
MEYERHOFER, Michael Silver-Backed Chevrotain, with Fangs and Hooves,
Photographed in Wild for First Time 17
MILLER, Amy To the Firefighters sleeping in the Yard 7
MILLER, Amy To Whoever inherits the Earth 11
MITCHELL, Elma This Poem … 20
MORRISON, Jim An American Prayer 3
MORRISON, Jim Stoned Immaculate 3
MORRISON, Jim (Untitled) 3
MURA, David Frightening Things 13
MURPHY, Peter.E Grand Fugue 16
MURRAY, Abby.E Advent on South Hill 16
MYERS, Jed American Border Study: Two Bodies in a River 12
NARENDRA, Anoushka The Anatomy of Endings 16
NERUDA, Pablo One hundred Love Sonnets: XVII 1
OBUH, Anointing Don’t You Go 15
OKAFOR, Chisom Birthing 15
OLIVER, Mary Poppies 2
OLIVER, Mary Wild Geese 3
OLISAKWE, Ukamaka Slut 15
OPAIGBEOGU, Chidinma Afternoon 17
OPPEN, George Leviathan 7
ORIA MOUNTAIN DREAMER The Invitation 6
ORTOLANI, Al Yellow Bees 16
OTSUJI, Derek The Whale Watchers 14
PANTA, Iustin How Beautifully Your Fire Burns 17
PATCHEN, Kenneth As we are so wonderfully done with each other 5
PLATH, Sylvia The Moon and the Yew Tree 4
POOCHIGIAN, Aaron Centralia, PA 17
POUND, Ezra (Extract from the flyleaf of Pound’s “Cantos”) 9
POUND, Ezra In a Station of the Metro 2
QUINN, Matt Ink Blots 12
RAO, Aarti Dear Payaswini 14
RATUSHINSKAYA, Irina I will live and survive 4
REDDY, Pavana Tirupati 14
RENFREW, McKenzie Vague Existence 6
RILEY, James Three Dead Friends 6
ROL, Alida Time Travel 13
ROLLI Let Us Not Even Dream 17
ROLLINS, Henry A Moment of Guilt 2
ROLLINS, Henry Rattus Norvegicus 18
SALAWU, Olajide Finally, My Grandfather Undid Darkness 15
SCHIELE, Egon (Untitled) 5
SEXTON, Anne Her Kind 1
SHAKESPEARE, William (from Titus Andronicus) 2
SHIELDS, Bill Floorplan to a Lease 5
SHIELDS, Bill Jingoism 5
SHIPERS, Carrie In Preparation for a Visit from our CEO 11
SIMIC, Charles Gray-Headed Schoolchildren 2
SIMIC, Charles What the Gypsies Told my Grandmother while
she was a Young Girl 2
SNYDER Cormorants 3
SNYDER, Gary Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout 3
SMITH, Patti Because the Night 4
SMITH, Patti Edie Sedgewick 4
SMITH, Stevie BBC Feature Programme on Prostitution 19
STERLING, Meghan Man Subdues Terrorist with Narwhal Tusk on London Bridge 15
STEVENS, Wallace Sunday Morning 4
SUN YUNG SHIN Return of the Native 4
SWIST, Wally The Ringing of Silence 17
TAO, Anthony Cornonavirus in China 20
THOMAS, Larry Steers in Summer, lowing 11
TOLKIEN, J.R.R He Chanted a Song of Wizardry 18
TORBATNEJAD, Mehrnoosh Asia 11
TORO, Vincent All the Mexicos 10
TOWNSEND, Alison Persephone Remembers: The Bed 18
UNKNOWN SAXON POET Deor 8
VALLEJO, César Los Heraldos Negros (The Black Heralds) 4
VALVIS, James Love Poem to my Wife, with Pigeons 6
VAN ROOYEN, Craig How to swim an Elegy 6
VAN ROOYEN, Craig Till she appeared and the Soul Selt its Worth 7
VAN ROOYEN, Craig Waiting in Vain 16
VATSA, Mihir In the Winter of 2014 We Were always Taking his Name 15
VIDELOCK, Wendy Sticks and Sky 18
VUONG, Ocean A Little Closer to the Edge 20
VUONG, Ocean Aubade with Burning City 20
VUONG, Ocean On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous 13
WADUD, Asiya The Dog God 20
WALLACE, Ronald Nightline: An Interview with the General 9
WEVELL, David 29 2
WHITTIER, John What the Birds Said 4
WILBUR, Richard Junk 13
WILDE, Oscar (A quote on books) 12
WILLIAMS, C.K The Sanctity 2
WRIGHT, James Blessing 2
WRIGHT, James You and I saw Hawks Exchanging the Prey 2
YOUNG, Michael.T The Risk of Listening to Brahms 19
ZEPHANIAH, Benjamin The British 12
LAMÉRIS, Danusha The Lord God Bird 19
LAO TZU XXIV 8
LARKIN, Philip Afternoons 1
LARKIN, Philip No Road 1
LATHAM, Juliet Trompe L’oiel 11
LAVERS, Michael Will Exult Over You With Loud Singing 10
LE, Jenna (a sonnet crown) Guzanoz 13
LENNON, Rayon Kobe 19
LEONARD, Thomas (Excerpt from unknown poem) 10
LEWIS, Lisa A Questioon About Horses 19
LINDEMANN, Till Think Broadly 13
LINDEMANN, Till So Beautiful 13
LORCA, Frederico Garciá Despedida 1
LORCA, Frederico Garciá Farewell 1
LOWELL, Amy Petals 8
LOWELL, Robert Colloquy in Black Rock 2
MacCAIG, Norman Patriot 12
MALI, Taylor The Second Pass 20
MARK, Michael Jews in the wrong place in San Diego 11
McCLOUGHAN, Mark (? …All these lathe-Cut ?) 6
McGAVICK, Jack The Shape of your Elbow 6
McGEE, John High Flight 11
MEDER, M.K Blessing in Disguise 18
MERELLO, Rafael (Unknown) 6
MEYERHOFER, Michael Silver-Backed Chevrotain, with Fangs and Hooves,
Photographed in Wild for First Time 17
MILLER, Amy To the Firefighters sleeping in the Yard 7
MILLER, Amy To Whoever inherits the Earth 11
MITCHELL, Elma This Poem … 20
MORRISON, Jim An American Prayer 3
MORRISON, Jim Stoned Immaculate 3
MORRISON, Jim (Untitled) 3
MURA, David Frightening Things 13
MURPHY, Peter.E Grand Fugue 16
MURRAY, Abby.E Advent on South Hill 16
MYERS, Jed American Border Study: Two Bodies in a River 12
NARENDRA, Anoushka The Anatomy of Endings 16
NERUDA, Pablo One hundred Love Sonnets: XVII 1
OBUH, Anointing Don’t You Go 15
OKAFOR, Chisom Birthing 15
OLIVER, Mary Poppies 2
OLIVER, Mary Wild Geese 3
OLISAKWE, Ukamaka Slut 15
OPAIGBEOGU, Chidinma Afternoon 17
OPPEN, George Leviathan 7
ORIA MOUNTAIN DREAMER The Invitation 6
ORTOLANI, Al Yellow Bees 16
OTSUJI, Derek The Whale Watchers 14
PANTA, Iustin How Beautifully Your Fire Burns 17
PATCHEN, Kenneth As we are so wonderfully done with each other 5
PLATH, Sylvia The Moon and the Yew Tree 4
POOCHIGIAN, Aaron Centralia, PA 17
POUND, Ezra (Extract from the flyleaf of Pound’s “Cantos”) 9
POUND, Ezra In a Station of the Metro 2
QUINN, Matt Ink Blots 12
RAO, Aarti Dear Payaswini 14
RATUSHINSKAYA, Irina I will live and survive 4
REDDY, Pavana Tirupati 14
RENFREW, McKenzie Vague Existence 6
RILEY, James Three Dead Friends 6
ROL, Alida Time Travel 13
ROLLI Let Us Not Even Dream 17
ROLLINS, Henry A Moment of Guilt 2
ROLLINS, Henry Rattus Norvegicus 18
SALAWU, Olajide Finally, My Grandfather Undid Darkness 15
SCHIELE, Egon (Untitled) 5
SEXTON, Anne Her Kind 1
SHAKESPEARE, William (from Titus Andronicus) 2
SHIELDS, Bill Floorplan to a Lease 5
SHIELDS, Bill Jingoism 5
SHIPERS, Carrie In Preparation for a Visit from our CEO 11
SIMIC, Charles Gray-Headed Schoolchildren 2
SIMIC, Charles What the Gypsies Told my Grandmother while
she was a Young Girl 2
SNYDER Cormorants 3
SNYDER, Gary Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout 3
SMITH, Patti Because the Night 4
SMITH, Patti Edie Sedgewick 4
SMITH, Stevie BBC Feature Programme on Prostitution 19
STERLING, Meghan Man Subdues Terrorist with Narwhal Tusk on London Bridge 15
STEVENS, Wallace Sunday Morning 4
SUN YUNG SHIN Return of the Native 4
SWIST, Wally The Ringing of Silence 17
TAO, Anthony Cornonavirus in China 20
THOMAS, Larry Steers in Summer, lowing 11
TOLKIEN, J.R.R He Chanted a Song of Wizardry 18
TORBATNEJAD, Mehrnoosh Asia 11
TORO, Vincent All the Mexicos 10
TOWNSEND, Alison Persephone Remembers: The Bed 18
UNKNOWN SAXON POET Deor 8
VALLEJO, César Los Heraldos Negros (The Black Heralds) 4
VALVIS, James Love Poem to my Wife, with Pigeons 6
VAN ROOYEN, Craig How to swim an Elegy 6
VAN ROOYEN, Craig Till she appeared and the Soul Selt its Worth 7
VAN ROOYEN, Craig Waiting in Vain 16
VATSA, Mihir In the Winter of 2014 We Were always Taking his Name 15
VIDELOCK, Wendy Sticks and Sky 18
VUONG, Ocean A Little Closer to the Edge 20
VUONG, Ocean Aubade with Burning City 20
VUONG, Ocean On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous 13
WADUD, Asiya The Dog God 20
WALLACE, Ronald Nightline: An Interview with the General 9
WEVELL, David 29 2
WHITTIER, John What the Birds Said 4
WILBUR, Richard Junk 13
WILDE, Oscar (A quote on books) 12
WILLIAMS, C.K The Sanctity 2
WRIGHT, James Blessing 2
WRIGHT, James You and I saw Hawks Exchanging the Prey 2
YOUNG, Michael.T The Risk of Listening to Brahms 19
ZEPHANIAH, Benjamin The British 12
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Wow! Thank you Josh for indexing this for us.