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| Introduction | |
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| Reading Poetry | |
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| The Experience of Reading Poetry: Robert Hayden, Those Winter Sundays | |
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| The Process of Reading Poetry: Robert Frost, Mending Wall | |
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| The Practice of Active Reading: Theodore Roethke, My Papa's Waltz | |
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| Centering on Subject and Theme: Elizabeth Bishop, One Art | |
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| Aspects of Poetry | |
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| Voices: Stephen Crane, War Is Kind | |
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| William Carlos Williams, The Widow's Lament in Springtime; T.S. Eliot, Journey of the Magi | |
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| Gwendolyn Brooks, The Mother Words: Edwin Arlington Robinson, Miniver Cheevy | |
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| Adrienne Rich, Rape Elizabeth Bishop, Filling Station | |
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| Images: Elizabeth Bishop, First Death in Nova Scotia HD (Hilda Doolittle), Heat Robert Lowell, The Drinker Ezra Pound, The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter | |
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| Comparisons: Langston Hughes | |
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| Dream Deferred Robert Wallace | |
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| The Double Play Sylvia Plath | |
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| Metaphors Marianne Moore | |
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| The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing | |
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| Symbols Peter Meinke | |
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| Advice to My Son Robert Frost | |
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| The Road Not Taken Emily Dickinson | |
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| Because I could not stop for Death Hart Crane | |
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| Royal Palm | |
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| Sentences: Adrienne Rich | |
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| Prospective Immigrants Please Notes Robert Frost | |
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| The Silken Tent e.e. Cummings | |
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| Me up at does Wallace Stevens | |
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| No Possum | |
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| No Sop | |
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| No Taters | |
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| Sounds: Robert Frost | |
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| Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Walt Whitman | |
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| When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer Wallace Stevens | |
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| Peter Auince at the Clavier May Swenson | |
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| The Universe Helen Chasin | |
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| The Word Plum | |
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| Rhythms: Robert Frost | |
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| The Span of Life Langston Hughes | |
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| Ballad of the Landlord Theodore Roethke | |
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| Elegy for Jane Richard Wilbur | |
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| Junk | |
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| Structure: Edna St. Vincent Millay | |
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| I Dreamed I Moved among the Elysian Fields | |
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| Love Is Not All: It Is Not Meat Nor Drink | |
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| What My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why; John Crowe Ransom, Piazza Piece | |
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| Walt Whitman, When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer | |
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| e.e. Cummings, 1, Buffalo Bill's | |
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| William Carlos Williams, The Dance | |
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| Theodore Roethke, The Waking | |
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| A.R. Ammons, Poetics | |
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| Revisions | |
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| Walt Whitman: A Noiseless Patient Spider | |
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| The Soul, Reaching, Throwing Out for Love | |
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| Robert Frost: Design | |
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| In White | |
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| Emily Dickinson: Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (1859 and 1861 versions) | |
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| Marianne Moore: Poetry (1921, 1924, and 1967 versions) | |
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| William Carlos Williams: This Is Just to Say | |
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| Kenneth Koch: Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams | |
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| Henry Reed: Chard Whitlow | |
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| Pieter Breughel the Elder: LandScape with the Fall of Icarus | |
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| William Carlos Williams: Landscape with the Fall of Icarus. W.H. Auden: Musee des Beaux Arts Pieter Breughel the Elder: Hunters in the Snow | |
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| William Carlos Williams: The Hunters in the Snow | |
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| John Berryman: Winter Landscape | |
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| Major Voices and Visions | |
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| Walt Whitman (1819-1892): One's-Self I Sing | |
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| Song of Myself | |
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| There Was a Child Went Forth | |
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| Crossing Brooklyn Ferry | |
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| Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking | |
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| The Dalliance of the Eagles | |
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| Cavalry Crossing a Ford | |
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| Bivouac on a Mountain Side | |
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| By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame | |
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| Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night | |
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| A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim | |
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| The Wound Dresser | |
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| Reconciliation | |
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| When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd. Emily Dickinson (1830-1866): I cannot dance upon my Toes | |
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| The Soul selects her own Society | |
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| Success is counted sweetest | |
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| "Faith" is a fine invention | |
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| I'm "wife"-I've finished that | |
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| I like a look of Agony | |
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| Wild Nights-Wild Nights! | |
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| I can wade Grief | |
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| There's a certain Slant of light | |
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| I felt a Funeral, in my Brain | |
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| The Soul's Superior instants | |
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| Of all the Sounds despatched abroad | |
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| Some keep the Sabbath going to Church | |
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| A Bird came down the Walk | |
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| After great pain, a formal feeling comes | |
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| Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? | |
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| Much Madness is divinest Sense | |
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| This was a Poet-It is That | |
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| I died for Beauty-but was scarce | |
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| I heard a Fly buzz-w | |