YACHTS AT SCOTLAND ISLANDMartin HarrisonAfter a day of Greek references, lunch, and Freudian puns
the mythoi aren’t appropriate to the
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YAGÉHugo Jamioy JuagibioySé quien eres
Te he mirado
en el Yagé
en el mágico mundo colorido;
la
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YAKARWIWA NESUChirikure ChirikureInzwai!
Hondo iyi yakarwiwa nesu isu vaive overseas,
Ndisu takaita mobilise mari nerutsigiro
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YALTA, 1945Philip GrossJigging the text, the torn tracts, till they slot
and settle, the inscribers of the coming
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YANIKEnis BaturMasa, sonra temizlenmemeli—
Behçet Bey’in sesiyle kurduğum mısra
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YARD FOWLOlive SeniorRooster
As long as a Rooster somewhere
is angry enough to claw at
the
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YARDBIRDRoland Jooris1
ik zou die avondlijke
merel in mijn tuin op
een tak in een gedicht
willen
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YAZIBehçet NecatigilVe şairler boyuna kimlere yazarlar?
Yıkılmış köprülerin başında
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YEAR ROUNDAnge MlinkoTwo flags nuzzle each other in the desultory gust
because they are
fleeing the trees, who
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YELLOW DRESSAmy BeederGirl on a heap of street sweepings high
as a pyre, laid on snarled wire & dented rim.
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YELLOW GOBLINSFanny HoweYellow goblins
and a god I can swallow:
Eyes in the evergreens
under
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YELLOW STUDIOStephen RomerVuillard's studio, Château des Clayes . . .
The corner is hard to judge
where the
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YELLOW TULIPSJames FentonLooking into the vase, into the calyx, into the water drop,
Looking into the throat of the
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YESDavid BrooksYou know how
just before we die
our whole life is supposed
to flash before our
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YESES RAINAbol FroushanThe world's a fleeting belonging
as if from clouds to rain
Thrown in deeper
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YILDÖNÜMÜRoni MarguliesYaklaşık benim yaşım kadar yıl önce,
yerle bir etmiş Almanlar bu şehri.
Direneceği
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YO QUE IBA PARA LA FIESTAHoracio BenavidesHabía comprado estos zapatos blancos
esta ropa blanca para ir a la fiesta
y la sangre de
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YO, LA PEOR DE TODASLuz Helena CorderoSor Juana Inés, la de la cruz en la falda,
la cárcel en el pecho y las caderas ocultas.
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YOU ARE NOTVicki FeaverYou are not in the tulips,
not in their flailing stems
or shrivelled yellow petals
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YOU AND IGerard SmythThat old keepsake of yours, the troll-face
doll stares at me from across the room.
I am
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YOU HAD NOT LOOKEDAilbhe Darcyat that birch for years. Suddenly
betrayed, you took shears and
went at her.
With
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YOU HAVEN’T MET HERMusaemura ZimunyaOf course, you have not met her,
Loveness, the sunshine of the city,
once the honey-pie
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YOU LOOK LIKE I FEELNatalie ShaperoDirt on my chin and I wonder: am I already
in the ground? Like a toy turned real, I cannot
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YOU OWN ITAlice FultonFor your birthday, I’m learning to pop champagne corks
with a cossack sword when all
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YOU POEMMarianne Morrisyou (walking up the road)
you, you (bird with a hole in its wing)
you you you (thought
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YOU’VE COME BACK TO MELaura KasischkeA small thing crawling toward me
across this dark lawn. Bright
eyes the only thing
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YOUR TERRORISTAli AlizadehYou call me a barbarian.
I call you master.
You don’t speak my language.
My
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YOUR TIMEDane ZajcTime comes when there is no more time.
A footstep halts, cannot go ahead.
Eyes look at
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YOYOClaudiu Komartincând
nu
vor
mai
fi
cheltuieli
şi
moartea
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YUP N PYAW AI SHANAWawn AwngMahtat chyang shana
Bawhkum hta du ra
Myi hpyi ni matut
Yup na ngu shakut
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YXANLennart SjögrenDet skymmer
och fotstegen som så mycket annat
sjunker under trottoarerna.
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