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The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want
Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
Transfer
Now they tell us
Rae Armantrout
Flour, Eggs, Milk, Baking Powder, Salt and God
O Best Beloved, tell me, if you know, why—
Suzanne Lummis
From Rainer Maria Rilke’s Die Sonette an Orpheus / The Sonnets to Orpheus translated from German by John Rosenwald
O fountain-mouth, you gift-giver, you mouth
Rainer Maria Rilke
Ode to the Paper Clip
O knot in two dimensions,
James Richardson
Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea
O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything
Helen Bournas-Ney
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Fado Tropical
O mundo do rio
Mary Mackey
Is a Rose
O’Keefe’s opens in the troposphere, blooms like smoke.
Lisa Rosenberg
white paper #46
Obama Waffles Mix
Martha Collins
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
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