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To Say
There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
To the Poets Dropped from the Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry
Au revoir, Walter de la Mare!
Hunt Hawkins
To Urania
Astronomer who rules the tides and skies,
Rachel Hadas
Today’s Comedy
Why Dante in summer?
Maureen N. McLane
Tolstoi Learned to Ride a Bike at an Age When Most of Us Cash in Chips by Annette Barnes & Stuart Friebert
There we were, watching the parade, while he climbed up
Annette Barnes
Tom’s Sublet and Without Longing, What?
Once, a long time ago in Rome, I was bathed
Alice Friman
Tongue of Language | Nightmare
Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb
Annie Finch
Tool & Die
In the final unburdening, massive crates are moved
T.R. Hummer
Tool & Shade
A brush of two minds still
Marianne Boruch
Toshno
Marina is trying to describe Raskolnikov’s interior state
Barbara Hamby
Toussaint
The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron
Jean-Michel Maulpoix
Toys
Your toys, my child, hold them dear,
Abraham Sutzkever
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