Five mites of monads dwelt in a round drop
281
… for a whole year he sought to accumulate the most
613
For the first twenty years, since yesterday
53
For we have thought the longer thoughts
433
Four talked about the pine tree. One defined it by genus
499
From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State
452
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
55
Gent, Nugget, Swank, and Dude
598
George Burns likes to insist that he always
624
Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers
167
Good we must love, and must hate ill
51
Great Pascal had his pit always in sight.
228
Green water of lagoons
472
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
66
Half a league, half a league
182
Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick
196
He first deceased; she for a little tried
51
He is dead, the beautiful youth
148
He said
604
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
338
Helpless to throw them away
641
Her young employers having got in late
463
Here there is death. But even here, they say
314
Here they are. The soft eyes open
467
Here was a place where none would ever come
308
Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough
39
His parents would sit alone together
579
Home they brought her warrior dead
181
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
235
How can I, that girl standing there
298
How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
148
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
147
How easily happiness begins by
584
How I would paint the future
473
How much are they deceived who vainly strive
60
How much longer can I get away
534
I am glad God saw Death
391
I am locked in a little cedar box
588
I am the boy with his hands raised over his head
670
I am the only being whose doom
206
I am useless
352
I ask them to take a poem
563
I asked a blind man the way east
472
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
606
I asked you, baby
435
I believe in the soul; so far
532
I can feel the tug
538
I caught this morning morning’s minion
281
I couldn’t attend the opera this season.
654
I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
298
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
236
I grew up bent over a chessboard
531
I had been hungry, all the Years
236
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
321
I haled me a woman from the street
362
I have eaten
402
I have gone out, a possessed witch
495
I have read, in some old marvelous tale
152
I heard a Fly buzz—when I died
237
I know how worthless this poem will be
505
I laid me down upon a bank
62
I learned from my mother how to love
664
I leave our house, our town, familiar fields
605
I like to see it lap the miles
238
I look into my glass
269
I love living in a town so small
649
I love to go out on summer nights and watch the stones grow
515
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman
410
I met a traveler from an antique land
106
I passed along the water’s edge below the humid trees
301
I place my hope on the water
632
I read to the entire plebe class
583
I saw a creature, naked, bestial
319
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing
208
I saw my father naked, once, I
587
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges
586
I shall not soon forget
498
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood
414
I stopped to pick up the bagel
448
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife
100
I taste a liQuor never brewed
239
I think that I shall never see
416
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
145
I threw a snowball across the backyard.
502
I tried to refine that neighbor of mine
365
I walk down the garden-paths
353
I wandered lonely as a cloud
70
I want to be famous so I can be humble about
542
I was a lawyer like Harmon Whitney
306
I was climbing up a mountain-path
292
I was watching a robin fly after a finch—the smaller bird
572
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run
625
I will not crush the world’s corolla of wonders
431
I will teach you my townspeople
402
I wish I could remember the first day
264
I worship shadows like my daughter worships sun
655
I would bathe myself in strangeness
413
I would like to watch you sleeping
536
I wrote a poem on the mist
391
I, too, dislike it
417
I’d dislocated my life, so I went to the zoo
525
I’ll strike thee without enmity
221
I’ll win the way
482
I’m in trouble, she said
510
I’m slim as a silver stiletto, lit
666
If I had been a ten year old stranger
650
If I should die, think only this of me
415
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
146
If thou survive my well-contented day
46
If tired of trees I seek again mankind
350
If when my wife is sleeping
396
If yellow betokens infidelity
417
If you can keep your head when all about you
295
If you didn’t see the six-legged dog
529
If you ever find
516
If you we
re an alley violinist
454
If you will tell me why the fen
417
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
240
Imagine a poem that starts with a couple
520
In 1978 I write something about how
614
In a field
519
In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours
184
In Mather’s Magnalia Christi
159
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
143
In Sarajevo
499
In sixth grade Mrs. Walker
661
In the steamer is the trout
660
In the terrible years of Yezhovism I spent seventeen
426
In the tower the bell
638
In time’s assembly line
634
In Worcester, Massachusetts
440
In youth my wings were strong and tireless
303
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
519
Isn’t it nice that everyone has a grocery list
616
Isn’t one of your prissy rich peoples’ swans
665
It hangs deep in his robes, a delicate
590
It is a lie—their Priests, their Pope
193
It is an ancient Mariner
75
It is my house, and yet one room is locked.
649
It rests me to be among beautiful women
411
It was a summer evening
96
It was like keeping a puppy in your underpants
507
It was many and many a year ago
170
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled
305
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck
271
It’s spring and Jake toddles to the garden
573
It’s so easy to lose track of things. A screwdriver, for instance
583
I’ve known a Heaven like a tent
240
I’ve oft been told by learned friars
101
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life
456
Jane looks down at her organdy skirt
478
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota
485
Just think! some night the stars will gleam
356
King David and King Solomon
291
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud
56
Kruger sets his feet
577
Lament him, Mauchline husbands a’
64
Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith’s door
434
Laugh, and the world laughs with you
286
Let not Woman e’er complain
65
Let us go then, you and I
421
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
413
Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has its own
581
Like the mild-eyed angels sweet
226
Like thousands, I took just pride and more than just
458
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
155
literal translations lose music while
602
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
48
Looks like what drives me crazy
435
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh
111
Love may arise from a generous sentiment—namely
220
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
287
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show
41
Manhattan’s streets I sauntered pondering
211
Márgarét, are you gríeving
280
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
331
Meanwhile from her red mouth the woman
222
Morning and evening
246
Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All
450
Music, when soft voices die
103
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled
278
My black face fades
609
My brother kept
658
My candle burns at both ends
429
My days among the Dead are past
99
My father lives by the ocean
636
My favorite time to write is in the late afternoon
567
My friends & I speak mostly to one another’s machine
596
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
168
My life closed twice before its close
241
My little Son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes
230
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
327
My love is as a fever, longing still
49
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
47
My mother said, “Of course
488
My pen moves along the page
562
My poem would eat nothing
603
My toe tips look unusually far away
506
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his
40
My wife is dead and I am free
226
Never the time and the place
190
Nobody heard him, the dead man
435
Not in that wasted garden
303
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
46
Not slowly wrought, nor treasured for their form
462
Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee
279
Nothing is plumb, level or square
471
Nothing matters
595
Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here
599
November, angry at the capital
223
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
405
Now that I know
432
Now, when he and I meet, after all these years
479
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room
71
O blush not so! O blush not so!
137
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
210
O generation of the thoroughly smug
412
O God, take the sun from the sky!
362
O Rose, thou art sick!
63
Of all the people in the mornings at the mall
618
Of all the questions you might want to ask
568
Off work and going upslope for a look
641
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heavenly art
278
Oh father, let us hence—for hark
107
Oh Galuppi Baldassare
185
Oh, but it is dirty!
439
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain
322
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
310
Old mare whose eyes
510
“O’Melia, my dear, this does everything cro
wn!
270
On the then-below-zero day, it was on
591
Once Allen Ginsberg stopped to pee
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