PoetryDB API

curl 'https://poetrydb.org/author/Emily%20Dickinson/title'

const res = await fetch("https://poetrydb.org/author/Emily%20Dickinson/title");
if (!res.ok) throw new Error(`Request failed: ${res.status}`);
const data = await res.json();
console.log(data);

import requests

res = requests.get("https://poetrydb.org/author/Emily%20Dickinson/title", timeout=20)
res.raise_for_status()
print(res.json())

[
  {
    "title": "Not at Home to Callers"
  },
  {
    "title": "Defrauded I a Butterfly --"
  },
  {
    "title": "The words the happy say"
  },
  {
    "title": "Summer begins to have the look"
  },
  {
    "title": "The Notice that is called the Spring"
  },
  {
    "title": "Than Heaven more remote,"
  },
  {
    "title": "Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?"
  },
  {
    "title": "The Life we have is very great."
  },
  {
    "title": "Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead"
  },
  {
    "title": "We should not mind so small a flower"
  },
  {
    "title": "Nature can do no more"
  },
  {
    "title": "Declaiming Waters none may dread --"
  },
  {
    "title": "The Butterfly's Numidian Gown"
  },
  {
    "title": "I prayed, at first, a little Girl,"
  },
  {
    "title": "So give me back to Death --"
  },
  {
    "title": "I never felt at Home -- Below"
  },
  {
    "title": "Could Hope inspect her Basis"
  },
  {
    "title": "He put the Belt around my life"
  },
  {
    "title": "A full fed Rose on meals of Tint"
  },
  {
    "title": "Success is counted sweetest"
  },
  {
    "title": "I Years had been from Home"
  },
  {
    "title": "Musicians wrestle everywhere"
  },
  {
    "title": "How much the present moment means"
  },
  {
    "title": "Yesterday is History,"
  },
  {
    "title": "Now I knew I lost her --"
  },
  {
    "title": "I noticed People disappeared"
  },
  {
    "title": "Snow beneath whose chilly softness"
  },
  {
    "title": "Absent Place -- an April Day --"
  },
  {
    "title": "Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --"
  },
  {
    "