Concordance

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and stripped, plunged too. The fire-in-

ice / / and the harsh salt combined almost to choke him. / / He stru

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now, it’s our love that melts / / the

ice -cap on that love—its living force / / shifts into proportion rese

[White foam sweeps]

iously / / of some at home dead in the

ice -hard ground. / /

Gunnar of Lithend

t moment on / / through storm and sun,

ice -nights and sweating heat / / of shadeless, windless noon, he foll

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passed thirteen hundred years. / / Not

ice or fire, no shrieks, no tears, / / but hopeless ill yearning for

Virgil’s Farewell to Dante

es] / My grandchildren are stamping the

ice -puddles, / / dirty and sometimes deep. Fountains of muddy / / wa

[My grandchildren are stamping the ice-puddles]

[My grandchildren are stamping the

ice -puddles] / My grandchildren are stamping the ice-puddles, / / dir

[My grandchildren are stamping the ice-puddles]

clamped suddenly down / / in frost and

ice . The black twigs cased in glass / / rang on each other in the bit

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ter shore. / / Wind is a sword of / /

ice , under wild colours in / / sun-touched or dark cloud. / / A rare

light. / / Issuing to sunlight from an

icy stream, / / a dark bush jewelled with flowers and butterflies /

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blind, obedient conformity, the dreamed

ideal / / hardened into a stony tyranny? / / Just such a vile perver

we must be / / stupid over the edge of

idiocy . / /

/ —so much joy to be seen; / / but the

idle spiteful soul sits on the beach, / / blind to the bright wind an

Idling along, wondering whether I oughtn’t / / soon to go back, I saw

Against Pedestals / for Jody / Our

idols fall. Not that their feet are clay / / —their feet are ivory, t

Against Pedestals

Spells and Love / (Theocritus’s second

Idyll ) / My bay-leaves, where are they? Bring them here, Thestylis, /

Spells and Love

iously / / outward, saw the forester’s

ignorance / / (inland bred), waited for the turning tide / / and jus

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ys the shining broom-slopes. Another at

Iken looks / / from a low cliff, like Saunton’s but topped with oaks,

there should be times this city sits me

ill ?” / / “Brussels, Roe Head, Law Hill—exile and prison,” / / she s

re / / of the atrocious range of human

ill / / by my own jealousies and near-despair. / /

se. / / I’ll pound a lizard and mix an

ill drink for him / / tomorrow. But now, Thestylis, take the ashes /

Spells and Love

clatters back in the bleak wind / / an

ill -latched shutter of the mind. / / I glimpse out there / / a swoll

of the poor / / march with the sordid,

ill -rich city, on / / towards Chancery Lane, but turned once more /

To Hera / Great Hera, much

ill -treated by your mate / / most human of the gods and most abused /

n, sea. / / Stupidity is powerful, and

ill will. / / Destroying each other we may quite probably / / wipe o

no shrieks, no tears, / / but hopeless

ill yearning for well. / / Then—music of the spheres, / / light—your

Virgil’s Farewell to Dante

/ / sows incontinently, / / noisomer

ill , / / yet pursues / / beauty, and is blest. / / For all our wick

cell, / / uncomprehending, lost, / /

illiterate most likely, no resources / / but a dull hope. / / Once e

War-time Anecdote

/ Weltschmerz, virginity, and all the

ills / / that youth is heir to and bears awkwardly; / / you, Time, w

Behind me the sun’s levelling beam / /

illuminates against it, white, / / brilliant, one swan high in flight

vil’s monstrous game? / / Love’s grand

illusion ‘Love can master Fate’. / / His light should dissipate the l

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ls. As we mount higher / / we lose the

illusory fire— / / grey rocks; bushes green, many-coloured, dark. /

xis / / and epicycles were designed to

illustrate / / principles of pre-Copernican astronomy… / / Anything

s. / / But what she sees lives. A flat

illustration / / jumps off the page— / / the rider reins his gallopi

issolubly long / / and cast its mirror-

image / / against the clouds ahead: / / a heaven to be happy / / ag

eed grains. One time, one way. / / One

image . All man’s images of man / / have him at work or at play. Man l

Dream under a Carob-tree

al, centuries / / a-building. But that

image , as / / the other melting images, / / is less a truth than a d

, though, is just a swan. / / A loaded

image : birds of Coole, / / Lir’s three children, Elsa’s brothers, /

en good. / / I know, if ever / / your

image came to mind it brought / / a warmth of innocent pleasure, / /

oman vault / / Adam is made man in one

image , Eve / / in another woman, for love. / / Love is the heart’s f

and behind / / those words, a wordless

image , far more true, / / his own white vision burned—and the dark fl

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layer suddenly thrown / / up, a clear

image : miles of sea-washed sand, / / miles, days—crossed by a river h

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wind / / petal from white petal: / /

image of everything / / lovely, ephemeral / / —childhood, innocence,

[What words are there for Spring?]

astidiousness could not / / endure the

image of her marriage-bed / / any more than his own; and though not b

him long ago. / / But sharper than the

image of her old / / face as she drew the memory up, he saw / / the

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g as he’s alive / / this vision is the

image of his good. / / Cold, and a kind of darkness, which did not dr

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Still, this is not, / / not quite, the

image of my dream.” / / Lifetimes later, / / visions half-realised l

/ dying, to care for others. / / The

image of Sydney's death / / is mythical, someone says. / / But livin

ut of complete despair reborn. / / The

image of the christening rose once more / / before him in its primal

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ign in his strange-cut green.” / / The

image of the strange exhausted youth / / against the dark, had someho

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/ Autumn’s little death, / / winter’s

image of / / the unresponding grave, / / are changed in spring’s bre

love / / he’d been made captive by the

image of / / was true, and his beyond this last defence. / / Waking

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/ to shame us, but no error— / / naked

image of what gets done. / / And yet those silent weavings in the air

Heron and Gulls

armly; and in that glow I find / / the

image of you with less pain and more peace. / / And you, my warm love

[White foam sweeps]

together. / / Always returns the / /

image of your face as mask, / / closed eyes swollen. / / Snow under

clearly see / / this lump the faithful

image of your soul? / / Is it a prison? / / Remember then, you / /

/ unformed, till an eye / / prints an

image / / on a prepared brain. / / Heart’s feeling / / transfigures

Music is Landscape

s being, nor / / vanishing stamped its

image on / / the less ephemeral stone. / /

ay. / / Man creates himself in his own

image . / / That is what makes him, extraordinarily, man. / / But we

Dream under a Carob-tree

But we must watch at last our self-made

image , / / when the sun leaves it, gather its own shadow / / into it

Dream under a Carob-tree

ined of urgency and pain, / / timeworn

image , will not fix / / the shifting look. / / Lift it again. / / N

Stray Thoughts at a Wedding

the voice, are faked… / / So what?—The

image with the cracked / / torso, tilted on a clay foot, / / stands

ace / / ambered in my heart, / / both

imaged back in this bone, this flesh, / / this hour and place. / / I

tirring / / kick in the darkness of an

imageless dream, / / trying your strength. Rapt stranger / / what is

ow small stream. / / Black still water

images / / every trunk and leaf, dark but clear, / / a Claude, a dre

Water in a Wood

about a vault of shade / / —inevitable

images / / forming from things which man has made, / / but flight an

r at play. Man labours and dances, / /

images himself at labour and at play. / / Man creates himself in his

Dream under a Carob-tree

t that image, as / / the other melting

images , / / is less a truth than a disguise. / / Life makes our life

ime, one way. / / One image. All man’s

images of man / / have him at work or at play. Man labours and dances

Dream under a Carob-tree

thing lies where it’s thrown. / / And

images of violent vividness / / drained his life to themselves: a riv

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each other, melt away, / / Behind the

images we come / / to the unarchitected tree. / / We plan a life, an

sets tomorrow / / to mirror yesterday—

images which empty / / the moment’s brimming being. Not us they’re ca

moment’s timeless flame transcends / /

imagination’s competence. / / Marble in sun burning like snow. / / G

Delos in Spring

ions or in four / / or many, but can’t

imaginatively believe, / / envisage them, because we can’t conceive /

ersonal god / / nor, if I had, could I

imagine him / / swayed by prayer; yet do not think it odd / / to fra

that’s compatible / / with reason, can

imagine war is still / / (if it ever really was) a viable / / way of

ong grass, eyes shut, sun on face, / /

imagining —no, pretending rather— / / this isn’t the edge of the schoo

own cure, telling / / how vain are our

imaginings , / / and soon our feet are travelling / / accustomed stre

That Way Madness Lies

s pressed / / forward by more than the

immediate dry / / lust for the river. Far beyond it lay / / the fair

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messenger / / arrived, announcing the

immediate visit / / of his king-uncle, with his wife and their / / c

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iding (dun green from black) / / rough

immemorial pasture from new plough, / / laid face on arm he wept—sobb

et there are those / / who almost seem

immune from all, / / whose skin and breath alike sing of the rose. /

/ Though change offend and hurt, / /

immutability / / would be non-entity. / / Mourn the smooth hill, the

e. / / What we were bred to seems / /

immutably the same, / / a timeless heritage / / for us to hand down

now we pray; / / Time, whose converse

imparts , then sometimes heals / / (not always) the to-be-or-not-to-be

ld. / / Cold, silent, dark. An endless

impasse . No / / answer, no possible way out to the old / / infinitel

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ve: / / knowledge and strength, to his

imperative / / obedient, love, hope—each successively / / leaves us.

seeming to press back / / dimension’s

imperceptible boundaries, / / lose one another in the widening black.

whole / / through which our world’s an

imperceptible section. / / Might seeming happenings here, for which o

our own. / / Suppose they’re here: an

imperceptible / / section sliced through our world; an outer whole /

nly foam / / shone in the black; light

imperceptibly / / withdrawn from all, to those thin streaks retreatin

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/ Born in the purple? Well, not quite

imperial — / / our stage is not so wide—but born a prince. / / No dou

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t again? / / I am not falling. Falling

implies gravity / / and something there below at the fall’s end. / /

ence or existence time? / / Revelation

implies the latter, but can I believe it? / / (revelation being somet

is what we can’t conceive / / but must

imply at least / / an absence of unrest) / / not so much fear… rathe

had made / / in the vast mass. It was

impossible . / / He gave up. / / Deeper in the thorn, a nest / / he

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ng better? Hardly a trace of that. / /

Impossible Hyacinth, though, was a child yet, / / and man’s an infant

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nal, so unknown / / behind all dreamed

impossible precisions) / / to the other penny-face of the same vision

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That’s more difficult still / / if not

impossible / / —rather, meaningless. / / All are (should be) born eq

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

astle store / / was low, replenishment

impossible . / / The boy went shivering, his belt drawn tight. / / Th

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eing only. Her untaught child-hand / /

impossibly catches the movements and their sound. / / Faces express f

s a prisoner. / / Of itself exiled and

imprisoned will / / the heart become, and little matters where / / t

up, / / hangs its constellations / /

improbably / / in the light-fingered green / / of an ash-tree, / /

nd we enjoyed, we hand back whole, / /

improved indeed in many ways, / / encrusted with the interest / / of

then, / / but if by practice you have

improved patience / / patience may comfort you in the lack of peace,

sea / / the boat drifted from the last

impulse on… / / So. This way too… Suppose the weather changes / / wh

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our converse blest / / —masters of the

impurest of the arts / / which is for me (perhaps for that) the peerl

least for this: / / to strip your own

inaction’s false excuse.” / / A wind shook through the tree; I raised

, and then he just lay there / / as an

inanimate thing lies where it’s thrown. / / And images of violent viv

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/ / and all that’s in them lost / / (

incalculable theirs, / / ours much) miraculous gain, / / ours, their

Die Weisse Rose

the wind / / they take their certain,

incalculable way, / / and passing lend / / our eyes perception of a

The Lilies of the Field

sson to the sun / / on what attends an

incandescent day. / / The star-swarms, the vast-wheeling galaxies, /

ike too wide and too confined— / / the

incandescent one in two, / / the kindness that we owe mankind. / / W

a like eye / / view a like world. And

incidentally / / the prince’s child-world was a different one. / / A

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s prettier, / / certainly sharper, and

inclined to laugh / / and laugh at him—which, while of course it half

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mind half-intelligible truths / / from

inconceivable distances. / / Not so different / / from what musician

d dreams. / / More dream than thought,

inconsequently ranging / / from lunch to love, from the future (which

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bounding earth’s plain / / whence the

inconstant gods send dearth and rain / / and playfully allot our joy

g or hard / / throw back the wild / /

inconstant water that cries against the shore. / / Yet that sea shall

and breeds in his own breast, / / sows

incontinently , / / noisomer ill, / / yet pursues / / beauty, and is

forms, compulsive as a song / / and as

incorporeal , sharp as frost or flame: / / the fairies, gathering for

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the world lies, dazzling, bridal, / /

incorruptible . / / All confusion lost in light / / it is ours. Rejoi

/ / hearts holding memory along life’s

increase / / (and outsoars too these wars no one can win), / / is fo

Dulce et Decorum

lowed to wine, / / our two humanities,

increased / / by love to one, burn half-divine. / / Behind the gold

fts shuddering in the gloom / / of the

increasing storm. / / Must she soon / / heal over, slide into the da

. / / Hate… what is it then? / / What

indeed but envy, / / jealousy? / /

I, Who Know My Inner Man

: / / “Vengeance condign may come / /

indeed , but it must grow / / from seed yourself shall sow / / in you

Pelopia and Thyestes

ked alone, and presently / / found—not

indeed Despair / / but, huge and grim enough, / / the Black Knight o

ople say, / / meaning Time. / / Enemy

indeed he tends to seem: / / longed-for hours, almost as soon / / as

Two Poems from a New Life

old me, and she’s trustworthy. / / And

indeed he would come to me three or four times a day / / and would ev

Spells and Love

they knew. / / May that be true / / (

indeed I think it may) for you. / / May you live free / / (as far as

oyed, we hand back whole, / / improved

indeed in many ways, / / encrusted with the interest / / of road and

/ / more real than Equality. / / This

indeed is another burning star / / brightest of all, but a nearer fla

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

/ perhaps, for better or worse, / / as

indeed it might have done / / at any time before. / / Anyhow, with t

[Now of threescore and ten]

d in the other’s care / / they walked,

indeed they rode—at the bank-side / / a trim boat, rigged, provisione

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yron…” / What did he want her told? Why

indeed / / want to tell her anything at that late hour? / / Why her?

“Tell Lady Byron…”

r good, a power. / / But nothing lasts

indefinitely . / / She fails now in her fated hour, / / hanging herse

/ / on the cross, offering of / / our

indifference , of my / / indifference. / / You will have / / your ow

Stray Thoughts at a Wedding

ng of / / our indifference, of my / /

indifference . / / You will have / / your own haunter, nailed to die

Stray Thoughts at a Wedding

moved mover, / / loved not lover, / /

indifferent .” / /

oss the seas. / / The sea remains / /

indifferent , inviolate. / /

wrong / / has haunted human fancy / /

indissolubly long / / and cast its mirror-image / / against the clou

f / / self spoils too much / / —twist

induced by the ache / / attendant on the lack / / of loving, mutual

’s Malison / Industrious humanity / / (

industrious as cancer-cells / / building their busy colony / / which

Mother’s Malison

Mother’s Malison /

Industrious humanity / / (industrious as cancer-cells / / building t

Mother’s Malison

Paul and Plato? / / So much for me—an

ineffective steward / / myself, I still must be my own soul’s steward

riving against our wills / / a no less

ineluctably certain end / / for triumphant humankind, / / it does lo

What goes up must come down

-fruits of the primal tree / / matured

ineluctably / / to fall any time now. / /

In my beginning is my end

are equally human, and / / much human

inequality / / both in kind and degree / / is wicked and unnecessary

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deadly tired. / / This defeat and the

inescapable dark / / seemed the blackness of war and love misfired, /

se terraces of vine and thin corn, / /

inescapable stone. / / The lion lies, is as he always was. / / High

September Cruise

d below. / / For the first time Time’s

inescapable stream / / sensed in that truth, her heart cried out in f

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is good, surely (as well / / as being

inevitable ). / / Help it, honour it. Yet / / do not fear to regret /

/ extend about a vault of shade / / —

inevitable images / / forming from things which man has made, / / bu

er it was it was irreparable. / / Also

inevitable ? / / Well, that again’s a thing we can hardly tell. / / B

What goes up must come down

/ / by acceptance of a bond. / / Yet,

inevitably and eagerly / / we strive towards that absolute, beyond /

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

r. / / We watch them move / / slowly,

inevitably , steadily / / together. At last the planet’s fire / / beg

September Cruise

rse. / / Loving from loving hands / /

inexorably drawn / / moves mastered by an inner law, / / a narrow su

n, and what has been / / wrong withers

inexplicably away / / leaving behind love’s garden fresh and green. /

she was his wife, / / and marriage is

inexplicably but undeniably / / a special relation. It can be destroy

“Tell Lady Byron…”

oice I thought I had, / / but now with

inexpressible joy and pain / / from eyes and ears memorial shadows fa

ow how / / thought weaves in words its

inexpressible spells; / / Sickert we may in honesty allow / / a meas

ugh, was a child yet, / / and man’s an

infant still in earth’s life-span. / / If he doesn’t burn the house a

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nder the wind and sun / / the world in

infinite beauty laid. / / “What else? What else?” / / Nothing. “And

an unflawed clarity— / / he learnt the

infinite variation of days, / / season’s return, and in the season’s

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er, no possible way out to the old / /

infinitely distant lost warm hum and glow. / / The long-drawn moment,

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do not need. / / Is it a tangled or an

infinitely / / intricately woven skein? / /

ess? / / I do not know— / / old, old,

infinitely old and long ago. / / The wind blows in my face and shouts

el of the cosmos / / this our world is

infinitely small / / and in no sense a centre. / / Yet here we are.

/ / unquestioned certainty / / of an

infinity more. / / Weep for that trust betrayed, / / for brief despa

Whom the Gods Love

he decimations, distortions / / we are

inflicting she’ll turn to her own ends / / and run the world’s course

/ / but not, God help us, before / /

inflicting so much hurt / / we’d better not have been born. / / And

Living and Dying

k, her laugh, her voice, the whole / /

informed by her warm spirit—only seeing, / / hearing, her life with o

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/ enough of course in itself, / / is

informed with so much more, / / teasing the plaintive self: / / Look

/ as though what some have gained / /

informs this air / / Peace is won, though, from / / effort. This sti

retting, working on, / / reshaping the

inheritance / / formed and re-formed before we were / / as still it

, golden against the noon, / / lovely,

inhospitable . In the lee / / he lost the breeze, and on a quiet sea /

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/ / thralled by a hand / / beautiful,

inhuman , / / the Queen of fair Elfland. / / I am not for her / / no

Los Altos Hills

/ but had, truly, forgotten, / / after

initial numbness, / / blankness, unrecognition, / / I feel my eyes a

musing at the sleeper’s side, / / the

initiated bride / / cycle of seed and growth, strength and decay; /

last the Queen / / felt pain crown her

initiation’s joy, / / an old forester whom a wheel had crushed / / d

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, to unrighteousness / / a scourge, to

injured innocence aid. And yet / / those kindly features now in her b

Change Places…

/ You have (you tell me, what I’ve no

inkling of) / / a temper that flares high on a short fuse. / / A bad

[I have (what seemingly you do not see)]

ard, saw the forester’s ignorance / / (

inland bred), waited for the turning tide / / and just at the still m

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’d make a guide for him. / / He turned

inland , thrusting through stiff dune-grass / / which speared him till

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turn your back to the sea / / and walk

inland with the oar on your shoulder. / / You will meet with men from

hair. / / One at a sill sighs, but the

inmate thumbs / / absorbed the book of his own dreams. / / And, once

urned once more / / north up the Grays

Inn Road. Where the moon shone / / across a tram-wire mesh, we met a

urning bright / / as though lit by the

inner flame / / which sears his spirit day and night / / they mark h

er offered me / / relationship—only an

inner -grown / / and self-existent you I cannot see.” / / “I am not a

xorably drawn / / moves mastered by an

inner law, / / a narrow supple vixen on quick black pads. / /

Who Know My Inner Man / I, who know my

inner man / / for a sensual puritan, / / the puritan in history / /

I, Who Know My Inner Man

Inner Man / I, who know my inner man / / for a sensual puritan, / /

I, Who Know My Inner Man

rtion; / / an unforgetting longing for

innocence . / /

erneath the stays / / waited in marble

innocence : / / a light such as in Paradise / / flowed from the smile

John Ruskin’s Wedding Night

ighteousness / / a scourge, to injured

innocence aid. And yet / / those kindly features now in her bad dream

Change Places…

Judgement / In this matter of

innocence and guilt / / we can’t win. We’re all guilty always. / / C

g innocence, / / restoring youth. / /

Innocence and youth, / / which ours seemed painful or hardly to exist

In the Audience

innocence in a dream] / Restoration of

innocence in a dream… / / I woke happy, and though / / a backwash of

[Restoration of innocence in a dream]

[Restoration of

innocence in a dream] / Restoration of innocence in a dream… / / I wo

[Restoration of innocence in a dream]

/ is untroubled, at peace. / / Primal

innocence / / is something to settle for. / / Nothingness is at leas

/ / lovely, ephemeral / / —childhood,

innocence , love, / / dream; passing, perishing / / —passing, perishi

[What words are there for Spring?]

rd drawn on a mother, / / a daughter’s

innocence / / perverted to a tool / / of irresistible / / perpetual

Pelopia and Thyestes

ss veils / / jut and furrow, restoring

innocence , / / restoring youth. / / Innocence and youth, / / which

In the Audience

omething does seem / / restored in me…

Innocence through a dream? / /

[Restoration of innocence in a dream]

/ but kind and wise, with the wisdom of

innocence , / / total faith in an ordered universe / / breathed from

Eugénie de Guérin

/ for all to hear / / “The spirit is

innocent / / and comes to Me.” / / Then all around gave thanks / /

The Shepherdess of Cahuzac

/ / / Under the spring sun moves the

innocent band / / white-dressed, green garlanded, under the blue / /

Pelopia and Thyestes

/ / (yet dream still of a shapely / /

innocent form, a dolphin curving clear, / / scattering diamonds. Man

ame to mind it brought / / a warmth of

innocent pleasure, / / as mine surely to you. / / And that’s a sweet

reath into that air / / just when your

innocent steps were starting there. / /

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strings / / and high pipe, pretty and

innocently proud. / / But at such fêtes, that honour may be done / /

Pelopia and Thyestes

en roar, compact of swish and slap / /

innumerably varied and repeated, / / entranced his hearing, as the fe

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hild / / mankind appears: of knowledge

insatiate , / / secret on unwrapped secret greedily piled. / / But kn

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Inscription for a Convent / Here must the longing blood allay its heat

Inscription for a Convent

crop (tare / / in the wheat)—careless

insensitive unkindness, / / small but so painful it cannot be forgott

s the forester, / / had lived all this

inside that heart and head, / / and lived (or died) too that last hor

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ea / / yields, slides up the stone the

insidious tide. / / The darkness stirs along its lifting spine / / i

e liberty send his mind / / on such an

insolent flight?—the parable / / forgotten of the badger and the hind

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only scorn / / the badger, yield some

insolent stag her joys. / / It was October. Work was traversing / /

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’, ‘man’, ‘he’. / / I use them in this

instance advisedly, / / hoping faintly that mankind’s temperament /

Greenham Common

ore your doubtful ruth / / in the last

instance do we lay our plea: / / our judges of appeal are Love and Tr

ght / / the pox at Mistress Overdone’s

instead . / /

e / / took passively the fact of love,

instead / / of making it a life or breaking free. / / One day she br

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/ / and its own good the way you took

instead .” / / The bridge shadow, darker than a night wood, / / took

ne lost on missed kills, / / memory or

instinct somehow kept his way. / / Utterly weak but unfevered, aware,

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found in her bewildered heart / / the

instincts (as she judged them) of a tart, / / a craving to be had by…

reed, violin / / left unstringed. / /

Instrument evolved, built / / with loving skill, / / not, like this,

s not averse to him, / / but—princesse

insufficiently lointaine— / / she simply had no footing in his dream.

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ear the still, small voice. / / Having

insufficiently rendered unto peace / / the power and glory she would

Prayer to Truth

you will rot there with the flies. / /

Insult -tinselling flattery, / / cat-and-mouse of proffered hope, / /

shell, / / its shaven bright fragility

intact . / / How could it be? here? Here it was, a fact, / / a sea-gi

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/ so whisper-faint… a dream? / / No—if

intangible , / / still a warm presence at his side / / to second him:

and, again; / / but still by personal

intellect is guided / / his way who will.” I smiled: “surely from you

or a fever. / / Yet while our personal

intellects endure / / we remain masters of our worlds; the river / /

, the worshipped master knew. / / Past

intellectual truth or visual beauty / / yet both intense; the cranes

t. They whisper / / to man’s mind half-

intelligible truths / / from inconceivable distances. / / Not so dif

ed, firm-handed geometer, / / built an

intelligible world / / of surfaced shapes. / / Now, as then, / / th

al truth or visual beauty / / yet both

intense ; the cranes on Waterloo / / Bridge, angled black against the

y walks—loved places round us then / /

intensify the shuttered heart’s despair. / / From London’s prison now

music far up stream. / / Giles turned

intent , and soon across the pearled / / water we saw a black smudge w

/ I don’t know how to help you, but our

intent / / is firm as our love, and perhaps we shall be able. / /

[White foam sweeps]

ark trunk stood / / that boy, his gaze

intent on her again— / / loitering, spying on her high griefs—coarse,

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nd boasted / / to the princess bending

intent to mark / / the toils and triumphs of her slighted slave. / /

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he year before. / / The last time this

intercalary date / / joggled the calendar / / Cecil was still here,

d in many ways, / / encrusted with the

interest / / of road and parliament and school, / / the priceless bl

dark but interesting future.” / / “The

interest that through all shadows cast / / shines still is yours, and

ad the past. / / “Follows the dark but

interesting future.” / / “The interest that through all shadows cast

, time and space: / / not interval but

interface . / /

/ when he looks your way. / / Do not

interfere . / / After a little while / / (or longer) perhaps / / he’

[Time is a child]

the breath, / / the pulse, the natural

interlocking of death / / and life, with our unnatural “I am”. / / T

cry, / / repeated, dropped, picked up,

interminably / / tormenting as he moved along the shore. / / His fin

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Interrogation / “Die should you now, what have you done?” / / Have lo

es. / / Then / / hangs in the air, an

interrupted song. / / There is no last rose. / / This year the const

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of cards; / / and the faces whirled in

intersecting circles / / with the spades and diamonds and clubs and h

pes dimension, time and space: / / not

interval but interface. / /

st down bare horizons. / / In widening

intervals the wind / / drowns scattered voices. / / By star and comp

ain? Friends, / / not necessarily / /

intimate friends, not lovers—old friends / / who have known each othe

What Do They Feel?

m and glow. / / The long-drawn moment,

intolerably taut, / / suddenly loosens to a blessed light: / / a fig

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r, can you help me to cope / / with an

intransigeant heart? / / Yours, Troubled in Middle Age.” / / Trouble

-glowing marble wrought / / to perfect

intricacy of draperies, / / perfection of sorrow in the flower-face.

The Last Oracle / Tell the King: the

intricate fane is fallen. / / His primitive hut, his laurel of prophe

The Last Oracle

/ Is it a tangled or an infinitely / /

intricately woven skein? / /

lain. The change / / in land-structure

intrigued his thoughts today. / / South up the coast, miles to his le

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through a pillar of fire. / / Tonight;

intrusive memory’s sudden force: / / chastity and desire, / / acts o

Choice / Hatred’s well

invested . The capital / / grows year by year. Love / / lies in the c

/ / The sea remains / / indifferent,

inviolate . / /

/ / (the light bright white and pink)

invisible . / / The dark unflowered bush was beautiful / / but we rea

s perhaps there is; but I who wait / /

invisibly chained for—what?—to set me free / / am neither great nor l

failing skill: / / am seldom now made

inwardly aware / / of the atrocious range of human ill / / by my own

er pencil catches, / / these and their

inwardness . / / But kind patience pushes, pulls her to people. / / C

sk, / / fireflies flickered beside the

Ionian Sea. / / In that same far past, a Cambridge winter evening /

Ireland / Gorse and rock and bog lap the wall / / and wind hurls the

The West of Ireland

ing. / / Morning did come bright. / /

Iridescent the cleaned world, / / gem-colour-spangled. / / And clear

er from a cracked pot. / / Pitying but

irked the princess turned away. / / Then, blushing, stammering, he bl

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and better. Light and / / warmth that

irradiated / / us. Bonfire on the night beach. / /

all failures, like all losses / / are

irrecoverable . / / On the radio / / Schubert’s Shepherd on the Rocks

t so good, / / so satisfying, enough’s

irrelevant — / / after the last leaf follows its crooked trail / / to

[Golden, red, brown]

their ungrateful task, / / must fix it

irremovably , / / till where’s the mask and where’s the face? / / Yet

has done). / / Whatever it was it was

irreparable . / / Also inevitable? / / Well, that again’s a thing we

What goes up must come down

beauty, love, / / and that beyond the

irreparable errors, / / the irreplaceable loss, / / the truth of lov

beyond the irreparable errors, / / the

irreplaceable loss, / / the truth of love, somehow, / / is here and

ocence / / perverted to a tool / / of

irresistible / / perpetual revenge. / / His daughter, sent away / /

Pelopia and Thyestes

lier. / / The path went on and on / /

irresistibly leading / / like a path in a ballad or a story / / lead

Los Altos Hills

n. Must / / the final turn / / of the

irreversible screw / / fix the coffin-lid down / / over humanity jus

, contracting back, / / down, in, / /

irreversibly packed / / to a still point. Matter and energy / / funn

/ an attested capacity / / for causing

irritation to those I love / / even though they love me. / / You hav

[I have (what seemingly you do not see)]

e touched poor Mariana’s skin, / / nun

Isabella , curdling from the sin, / / was pawed and paddled night and

know. We hate in bulk / / —Communism,

Islam (those Ayatollahs, / / those reds. Once it was Nazism / / —tho

n sand, / / rock, shingle—continent or

island , / / coasts lost down bare horizons. / / In widening interval

of the long landlocked harbour with its

island , / / enjoys the shining broom-slopes. Another at Iken looks /

Island ? / Loved England, / / green land skeletal with dead elms and b

wned with thin jade, / / broke down to

island -rocks. One took the shape, / / he thought, of a girl sleeping

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st we fare, and the rock-bound dreaming

island / / shrinks and hazes, and dreaming ghosts of islands / / ris

September Cruise

ine-girt by circumstance, / / a desert

island then. / / … Yes, there is still love. / / Loving, being loved

ff from the milky sky / / except where

islands lie / / hardly distinguishable through / / the bluish haze,

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rinks and hazes, and dreaming ghosts of

islands / / rise half perceptibly. / / World is numberless shades of

September Cruise

/ / But as we live ‘No man / / is an

island ’ or, if / / brine-girt by circumstance, / / a desert island t

d on the blue / / distance, Tiberius’s

isle . / / Blood spurts, dries soon… but hot blood still / / reliquif

what? where? to be / / keel on what un-

isled ocean, spark / / in what / / other-dimension dark? / /

/ / / The cordon drawn / / about the

isolated brain grows tight. / / Roads closed, wires cut, / / he sees

g / We are part of nature. At least, we

issue from / / nature—yet wreck the balance of things, the breath, /

ssness robbed him of some delight. / /

Issuing to sunlight from an icy stream, / / a dark bush jewelled with

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as it happens Greek, / / the other one

Italian . / / Well, so patterns shift. / / The campus was beautiful,

men’s prison it had been / / under the

Italians . The cell-walls were streaked / / with red-brown smears. Jes

War-time Anecdote

/ Piero’s great frescoes stand.” “Your

Italy ,” / / I said, “your frescoes, all through you are mine. / / Th

s / / high chalk head. / / A fifth in

Ithaca , from the end / / of the long landlocked harbour with its isla

/ forget the misery of exile when / /

Ithaca lay lovely in the moonlight.” / / “Lovely—an exile to desire,”

ng alone is lonely, but loneliness / /

itself’s not hard to accept. / / I found I could adapt, / / not only

[Living alone is lonely]

Acropolis / Gone are the

ivory and gold, / / the colours and the singing gone, / / but shinin

arble. These gave way / / and gold and

ivory shatter in the fall. / /

Against Pedestals

heir feet are clay / / —their feet are

ivory , their hair is gold, / / all we believed is true, except the ol

Against Pedestals

ng summer / / patience alone can be my

ivory tower. / / I enter middle age. / /

ely from you / / comes my taste for an

ivory tower provided, / / unlike some towers, with windows and a view

fe / / and bring your torch out of the

ivory tower.” / / She ceased, and I turned from the waiting water /

ection / / dreamed and unwon: the only

ivory tower / / to build for middle age. / / Being no fortress, neit