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America
America, I have a friend for whom everything went south
Kathleen Graber
Lamentations
America more guns more than us
Martha Collins
Purity | A Withered Rose
Amazing solitude.
Nina Cassian
POSTCARD
always the dark body hewn asunder; always
Brionne Janae
No Heaven for the King
Always in the faintest glow of pleasure, and always
Soren Stockman
One for André Breton
Always for the first time
Jules Jacob
Two poems by Rafael Alberti translated from Spanish by Lorna Shaughnessy
Already, a year asleep, some one not waiting
Rafael Alberti
Rilke 5 Translations
Almost like on the last day when the dead tear
Daniel Tobin
End in Itself
All veins point to a heart in depleted rivers, in branches,
Allan Peterson
For Michael Gottlieb
All this time me on he leadéd
Charles Bernstein
Painting
all things look as if
André du Bouchet
Three Poems
All things counter, original, spare strange
Nicole Cooley
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