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”]