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Prologue
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Byzantium I Come Not From
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What I Do Is Me—For That I Came
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I Am the Residue of All My Daughters' Lives
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We March Back to Olympus
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Ghost at the Window, Hive on the Hearth
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Boy Pope Behold! Dog Bishop See!
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I Have a Brother, Mostly Dead
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Why Viking Lander, Why the Planet Mars?
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We Have Our Arts So We Won't Die of Truth
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I Die, So Dies the World
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My Love, She Weeps at Many Things
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Death as a Conversation Piece
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Remembrance II
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J.C.—Summer '28
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The Young Galileo Speaks
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The Beast Atop the Building, the Tiger on the Stairs
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Why Didn't Someone Tell Me About Crying in the Shower?
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Somewhere a Band Is Playing
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The Nefertiti—Tut Express
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Telephone Friends, in Far Places
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Death for Dinner, Doom for Lunch
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Out of Dickinson by Poe, or The Only Begotten Son of Emily and Edgar
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Lo, the Ghost of Our Least Favorite Uncle
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That Son of Richard III
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A Poem with a Note: All England Empty, the People Flown
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The Syncopated Hunchbacked Man
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If Man Is Dead, Then God Is Slain
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Thoughts on Visiting the Main Rocket Assembly Building at Cape Canaveral for the First Time
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Their Names in Dust, Their Dates in Grass
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Long Thoughts on Best-Sellers by Worst People