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Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
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
Ode to the Paper Clip
O knot in two dimensions,
James Richardson
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
Flour, Eggs, Milk, Baking Powder, Salt and God
O Best Beloved, tell me, if you know, why—
Suzanne Lummis
Transfer
Now they tell us
Rae Armantrout
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
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
Creek
Now it is easy to find where the creek dwindles, where it thickens at last, where its
Carrie Causey
July Saturday Night
Now I’m going to walk downtown to Cape Tip Sportswear
Gail Mazur
Eclipse
November’s moon is in eclipse—
Jody Bolz
Ode to Hands translated from Spanish by Mihaela Moscaliuc and Juan Suárez Proaño
Nothing can hide from hands
Juan Suárez Proaño
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