A LINE-SCRAMBLE
A list which retains the exact line and punctuation of the poems in no particular order, updated lazily.
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At a hotel in another star. The rooms were cold and
[Jean Valentine, "If a Person Visits Someone in a Dream, in Some Cultures the Dreamer Thanks Them"]
the millisecond I was born to look up into.
[Jorie Graham, “History”]
the way a mountain is land and a harbor is land and a parking lot
[Ari Banias, “Oracle”]
the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
[W. B. Yeats, “The Magi”]
It will not be a part of the weather.
[Charles Wright, “The New Poem”]
How even a little violence
[Joan Baranow, "The Human Abstract"]
it does not mean we are about to die
[Zachary Schomburg, "Love is When a Boat is Built From All the Eyelashes in the Ocean"]
Nothing approaches a field like me. Hard
[Donika Kelly, “Love Poem: Centaur”]
Poem that at each door believes itself
[Sophie Cabot Black, “Love Poem”]
this is the edge between what is and what is not.
[Patricia Fargnoli, “Then”]
I am trying to invent a new way of moving under my
[C. D. Wright, “Crescent”]
the fatigued look of relief on post-coital faces,
[Dean Young, “The Euphoria of Peoria”]
With my eyes closed I saw:
[Rachel Zucker, “After Baby, After Baby”]
nightly toward its brightness and we are on it
[C. D. Wright, “Crescent”]
Time will append us like suit coats left out overnight
[Charles Wright, “Still Life with Spring and Time to Burn”]
In a thousand furnished rooms.
[T. S. Eliot, “Preludes”]
The bed and desk both want me.
[Rachel Zucker, “After Baby, After Baby”]
Instinct will end us.
[Charles Wright, “Easter 1989”]
It's sacrilege to imagine
[Sarah Vap, “Reconcile”]
That landing strip with no runway lights
[Kim Addonizio, “My Heart”]
because there are seven kinds of loneliness
[Marty McConnell, “the fidelity of disagreement”]
Find me home in New York with the Alone
[Allen Ginsberg, “Personals Ad”]
It is the sea that whitens the roof
[Wallace Stevens, “The Idea of Order at Key West”]
Dear Reader, I thought
[Dean Young, “Dear Reader”]
I don’t see anything at the end of it except an endlessness . . .
[Larry Levis, “Boy in Video Arcade”]
Evening comes soft and grey like
[Wong May, "In Memoriam"]
If I fall
[Zachary Schomburg, "Love is When a Boat is Built From All the Eyelashes in the Ocean"]
and green how I want you green, that house of am
[Karen Volkman, “Sonnet”]
We were never the color-blind grasses,
[Larry Levis, “Elegy with an Angel at Its Gate”]
Think of death, then, as an open season.
[Jesse Lee Kercheval, "I Open Your Death Like a Book"]
All we are is representation, what we are & are not,
[Larry Levis, “Elegy for Whatever Had a Pattern In It”]
The body knows, at most, an octave
[Deborah Digges, “To Science”]
Hi, I’m Asphodel, the flower of hell,
[Angela Vogel, “Asphodel”]
Sometimes he demands a sacrifice.
[A. E. Stallings, “Palinarus”]
Sitting along the bed’s edge, where
[T. S. Eliot, “Preludes”]
No one chose me
[Claudia Keelan, “Little Elegy (1977-1991)"]
A man walked into the drugstore and said "I'd
[Frank O’Hara, “The eyelid has its storms…”]
One day, the fox doesn't show.
[Dean Young, “The Fox”]
The way the world is not
[Bill Knott, "Sonnet”]
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
[Bernadette Mayer, “Sonnet”]
The windows, the view, the idea of Paris.
[Rachel Zucker, “After Baby, After Baby”]
The grimy scraps
[T. S. Eliot, “Preludes”]
beneath the mattress
[Zachary Schomburg, "Love is When a Boat is Built From All the Eyelashes in the Ocean"]
I swear before the dawn comes round again
[W. B. Yeats, “The Fascination of What's Difficult'“]
Every sky
[Matthew Henriksen, "Afterlife with a Gentle Afterward"]
Collate foliage into freezer
[Dannyka Taylor, "Improveras, I Heart Abandonment"]
The inside of a car
[Claudia Keelan, “Little Elegy (1977-1991)"]
to romanticize. Think of the train cars
[Paul Guest, “Poem for the National Hobo Association Poetry Contest"]
My nightmares are your confetti
[Dean Young, “Dear Reader”]
And therefore I chose, leaving behind what was supposed to be left behind—
[Patricia Fargnoli, “Then”]
The notion of some infinitely gentle
[T. S. Eliot, “Preludes”]
is a greedy thing. We thought we understood
[Jayne Pupeck, "Scheherazade"]
got high on the sublime lightness of desolation,
[Brian Smith, “What Will My Urn Say, Maybe”]
See the photon trespassing the wide pupil. See the soul
[Jaswinder Bolina, "You'll See a Sailboat"]
writing a letter
[Jean Valentine, "If a Person Visits Someone in a Dream, in Some Cultures the Dreamer Thanks Them"]
Every face exists for at least one illusion
[Matthew Henriksen, "Afterlife with a Gentle Afterward"]
What made anyone think I was a Communist I don’t know. I never went
[James Tate, “The Argonaut”]
committee for this shitty city.
[Angela Vogel, “Asphodel”]
sad blue satchel,
[Jesse Lee Kercheval, "I Open Your Death Like a Book"]
it was all perfectly normal. In ruins
[Chad Bennett, "Gerhard Richter"]
Past the cannibals of diction, rhetoric in its coffin
[Terrance Hayes, “The Blue Sylvia”]
I went to the zoo and talked to the animals. I dreamed I had an affair
[James Tate, “The Argonaut”]
we die amid the fumes of our uncertain words.
[Paul J. Willis, “Letter to Beowulf”]
You, my adoration—no fooling—I've
[Hayden Carruth, “Adoration is Not Irrelevant”]
your bones already asterisks,
[Dean Young, “Dear Reader”]
I am sleeping with another woman.
[Ian Harris, “Factbook”]
Blue is the tarp, blue the crane,
[Randall Man, “South City”]
characters in works of fiction.
[Rodney Jones, “Fears”]
You have soft hands. Because when we moved, the contents
[Matthew Olzmann, "Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised as a Love Poem"]
I remember that I am falling
[W. S. Merwin, “When You Go Away”]