Concordance

This concordance provides an index to every word in the poems, excluding a list of common "stopwords". It may be useful in finding a half-remembered poem, and perhaps in looking at the usage of words in the poems as a whole. It will be readable only on a large screen.

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na, Naxos / Thomas auf Naxos / Siphnos,

Kastro / Traverse the beach, from your feet always / / a light-path o

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ces / / snapped in exotic places / / —

Katmandu , Campdown Races, / / the Sphinx, the Blarney Stone. / / Or

uise / (for Tom, Les, Cecil) / Aegean /

Kea Lion / Leaving Kea / Syros to Naxos / Occultation of Jupiter / (Na

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s, Cecil) / Aegean / Kea Lion / Leaving

Kea / Syros to Naxos / Occultation of Jupiter / (Naxos harbour, 12 Sep

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rays. / / By now the tide was running:

Keats , Housman, / / Milton (L’Allegro), Marvell, Donne / / (Go and c

, are re-formed what? where? to be / /

keel on what un-isled ocean, spark / / in what / / other-dimension d

eing. Loss love as love makes loss more

keen : / / in us they live, and thus more living we / / … But what fo

Dulce et Decorum

-used blade / / marvellously fresh and

keen —it was not that, / / not that at least chiefly which made him he

/ To see both sides is good; always to

keep / / a sensitive balance on the fence is bad. / / Not yours to r

tory.” / / We have our orders, and our

keep and pay. / / A man must live. A soldier must obey. / / “Bombers

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apan.” / / We have our orders, and our

keep and pay. / / A man must live. A soldier must obey. / / Strontiu

Two Poems in Memory of Anne Frank

ead.)” / / We have our orders, and our

keep and pay. / / A man must live. A soldier must obey. / / “That no

Two Poems in Memory of Anne Frank

war.” / / We have our orders, and our

keep and pay. / / A man must live. A soldier must obey. / / “You to

Two Poems in Memory of Anne Frank

We’re all guilty always. / / Can only

keep / / as to guilt, a certain sense of proportion; / / an unforget

s its steep / / hill under the wrecked

keep . / / At the white alley’s end you look / / straight on sea. /

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he’s on heat / / the whole time, can’t

keep away from it— / / damn her, don’t let anyone saddle me with that

wer / / to love. Better, they thought,

keep fancy free? / / Or thought, that’s in her and need not be given?

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s all but her alone. / / They hoped to

keep her hands from thorns and pins / / but dared not tell her why. N

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slumped to the floor. / / Now he could

keep her more into the wind / / which shrieked against the straining

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/ for you to enjoy / / a little, not

keep . / / He’ll take it back again / / but then / / you’ll know tha

[Time is a child]

ny of them get lost.” / / “Why does he

keep his flock so far this way? / / Or has he an eye on the strength

rough thought into kinder words / / or

keep it silent. And at all our sides / / sits the empty place of abse

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ng what they mean. / / If our love can

keep its faith / / there is a chance (chance?) / / the frost will br

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you / / live on after me, please / /

keep me with you that way. / / I don’t say / / don’t grieve. Of cour

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offered, move / / heaven and earth to

keep out of its way? / / The young prince liked his cousins well enou

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. / / Here be content only to form and

keep / / peace in the heart. / /

Inscription for a Convent

Body, borrowed from matter, to matter’s

keep / / returned we know; but of the deeper theme / / —spirit, when

Dulce et Decorum

hope it’s a boy.” “Thanks. How can she

keep the flock?” / / “My two unmarried sisters can manage ours.” / /

/ rambling feet, / / won’t, can’t / /

keep the pace you want. / / Rein slack / / on sunk neck, / / let hi

Against Anorexia: For Cathy

home / / in his own time; / / dream,

keep / / the stall, sleep, / / dream, eat. / / Let the day-dream /

Against Anorexia: For Cathy

. Waking, / / the dream gone you shall

keep the sweetness. / /

are fallen / / for want of anything to

keep them up, / / a lightless cave whose emptiness takes all in / /

ll flies ahead. / / Faster, faster, to

keep up with the Joneses, / / with our father’s ghost, with the Enemy

Curvature of Space

en deeper. Yet, / / losing or winning,

keep us from the pit / / of a complacent hate. / / Let not our knowi

Prayer to Truth

usy, / / his meanest avatar. / / Love

keep you kind to others and each other. / / Love make you presently /

cowardice. / / “Your delicate task to

keep your power, neither / / thrown to the winds, nor hid as now it i

its task: cutting the undergrowth, / /

keeping down vermin, cherishing the deer. / / His dreams shrank furth

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athering themselves to go. / / More in

keeping perhaps to see them so / / than earlier, / / more in keeping

landed, under the blue / / bright sky,

keeping their rhythm fairly true, / / snaking in line or circle, hand

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them so / / than earlier, / / more in

keeping with how I am and feel. / / Autumn is near. / / Autumn is be

nd blinding storm / / the spirit’s eye

keeps clear, its footing firm, / / and tune its ear, too negligent in

Prayer to Truth

/ Trust, no. But part of me prays, part

keeps / / fingers crossed for a magpie from the left / / (things at

iousness that we belong, / / our love,

keeps happiness living in pain’s teeth. / / … But only the real prese

[My grandchildren are stamping the ice-puddles]

ither—not a thing. / / Yet peace, that

keeps her nest unnoticed in / / hearts holding memory along life’s in

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.) / / And kind he is, loves children,

keeps his hate / / all for the hateful, is just what he seems, / / i

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e presence of / / our shared love / /

keeps me company. / / And that is not but has to be / / and so can b

[Living alone is lonely]

shall be born the prince for whom time

keeps / / the keys of this thorn fortress”—smiled at him. / / His ey

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today. / / To get it ordered, rounded,

kempt / / would be to die before I die. / /

p Martin / / with a clever little boy,

Kenneth Clark, / / how many lifetimes earlier, / / a fourteen-year-o

is last fight. But the dense floor / /

kept all its secrets hidden. He descended, / / foothills. And evening

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ow), / / who lived next door, came and

kept begging me / / to come to the show with her, and I to my sorrow

Spells and Love

n / / or a man, but all the evening he

kept calling / / for unmixed wine for a toast to Love, and he went of

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kills, / / memory or instinct somehow

kept his way. / / Utterly weak but unfevered, aware, / / he lay on t

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now. Your sister—what’s her name?— / /

kept the flock sometimes a year or two ago— / / how’s she?” “Just had

/ By star and compass these as one / /

kept their fixed course—where does not matter / / now, nor under clou

that you should hate / / the girls who

kept your sovereign lord amused? / / They hurl at you unmerited abuse

ay. / / Let the ship drive through the

keyhole of a star. / /

st leave you. I have given you / / the

keys of hope; further I cannot lead. / / Not I the spirit whose eyes

the prince for whom time keeps / / the

keys of this thorn fortress”—smiled at him. / / His eyes closed, and

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ro / / as The Ancient Mariner of Kubla

Khan . / / Soon Yeats—maestro ed autore— / / Eliot, Auden, Ransom, Ho

his father’s bed, / / but got no extra

kick from the affair / / having no notion who these people were. / /

reeling and cracking, and the tiller’s

kick / / hurled him aside. He lost control. Then he / / was fighting

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/ Curled up you sleep, or stirring / /

kick in the darkness of an imageless dream, / / trying your strength.

e again a longing heaved in him / / to

kick over the traces and be free. / / The world is round, fortunes ar

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wk is beautiful / / but he is built to

kill . / / A chain of predators / / looks like the primal curse, / /

Man, who knows / / from nature how to

kill / / and breeds in his own breast, / / sows incontinently, / /

/ blind Oedipus constrained to rape and

kill . / / Nature is much to wreck, but man can do it / / and, part o

/ but on his will. / / Can any misery

kill / / the natural unpremeditated start / / of happiness welling s

of a man’s eye. / / If more of you can

kill your man than die, / / ours is the victory.” / / We have our or

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the foolish and false) / / they it was

killed . / /

. / / Hangs heavy on my neck / / Time

killed . / /

nd days together / / two-score Turks I

killed , / / and two-score more took prisoner / / fighting in the hil

/ We know too well how kindness may be

killed / / by carelessness. Have learned from that to care. / / A ce

[Yes, you’re right]

/ / is laughter, is sobbing. / / Who

killed Cock Robin? / / Cromwell, I think. / / Victoria busily / / s

ank / / down on the beach. / / Later,

killed , cooked and ate / / and slept. He let twenty-four hours pass /

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s visited on the child; / / until they

killed her, and the police took over. / /

/ / widowhood, soon to mourn / / her

killed , her only, son, / / fighting a foreigners’ war in a far countr

reak failed. / / Jackson was down too,

killed . / / He’d been in jail half his life. / / Ghetto-bred, then c

brothers)—gun and knife— / / a few men

killed . The break failed. / / Jackson was down too, killed. / / He’d

can create his own star. / / Jailbird,

killer ?… martyr-saint? / / Just such fatal polarities, / / false as

the thieving and loving, / / into the

killing , / / into the song. / / This border, that border, these king

[The bare, beautiful borders]

and every passion, or nearly, ends in a

killing . / / Only, it’s not the end: / / loving and thieving, passio

[The bare, beautiful borders]

/ His arrows one by one lost on missed

kills , / / memory or instinct somehow kept his way. / / Utterly weak

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ied too upon our breath, / / for dying

kills , my brother, / / as certainly as death. / /

[We lived and sang, my brother]

/ building their busy colony / / which

kills their host and so themselves) / / cuts its way into mother eart

Mother’s Malison

/ / Let us at least be kind to our own

/ / much human inequality / / both in

kind and degree / / is wicked and unnecessary. / / Though not so str

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

/ / well. She grew up dévote / / but

kind and wise, with the wisdom of innocence, / / total faith in an or

Eugénie de Guérin

/ exiled, to whom the hostile and the

kind / / are facets of one strange, barbarian heart. / / Their bonds

urned to him / / smiling: “You were my

kind guide and my friend / / a happy summer I shall not forget.” / /

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Change Places… / The Judge was very

kind . He called her up / / to sit beside him for her evidence, / / s

Change Places…

only when she was not there.) / / And

kind he is, loves children, keeps his hate / / all for the hateful, i

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d / / that in my nature I was true and

kind . / / It has taken half my life and more to find / / how I was s

life, but sit with bated breath / / —a

kind of cowardice and treachery / / to all you ought to be, a breach

thing there, / / the beauty’s there. A

kind of dance. / /

Heron and Gulls

the image of his good. / / Cold, and a

kind of darkness, which did not drown / / the blaze, but seemed to dr

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t sleep so long, so deep, / / almost a

kind of death. About the house / / shall spread and sprawl a thorny w

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bud. / / The little boy, wrapped to a

kind of heaven, / / loves the whole lot. So long as he’s alive / / t

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singly, greeting each other / / with a

kind of masonry, / / subtly apart, the old. / / I know I am not a ch

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ray? / / Well, perhaps loving hope’s a

kind of prayer. / / The unbelievable gift / / of our late love shoul

at, more beautiful, / / lending / / a

kind of sweetness to an undulled pang. / /

“Life is sweet, brother”

e thorn / / his heart contracting in a

kind of terror / / at hope out of complete despair reborn. / / The i

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eet a man / / who says “That’s a funny

kind of winnowing-fan.” / / Plant the oar in the ground, / / mark ou

/ these and their inwardness. / / But

kind patience pushes, pulls her to people. / / Caresses, words, make

ne another and / / the others of their

kind . / / Sex is everywhere / / as Freud made us aware, / / and he

reasure in heaven? Rather, the fleeting

kind — / / the exchanged smile, the small kindness (so small / / it c

his meanest avatar. / / Love keep you

kind to others and each other. / / Love make you presently / / to th

ch one and all. / / Let us at least be

kind to our own kind. / /

t in my thoughts of you. / / Funny and

kind . / / You know bad trouble, mind / / your troubles, mind others’

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learn wisdom at the oar, and grow / /

kinder by your unkindness, cruel Time. / / Let not our flesh and spir

cares / / to put a rough thought into

kinder words / / or keep it silent. And at all our sides / / sits th

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ackness / / the sun’s light / / until

kindled / / by act of sight. / / Sight is silence / / without feeli

Music is Landscape

w in the blue. / / The Sea-god, ardour

kindled by the view, / / the beauteous youth doth cruelly enjoy. / /

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. / / “Consider those whose lives have

kindled your life / / and bring your torch out of the ivory tower.” /

/ the flat sea wrinkle, / / suddenly

kindles / / stars, firefruits fallen / / from the sun’s high tree. /

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ds are needed, but there seems / / one

kindling only for the fire / / whose heat can forge a world from drea

jured innocence aid. And yet / / those

kindly features now in her bad dreams / / merge with that other frigh

Change Places…

bove. / / Beauty one gave her; another

kindness ; and wit; / / charm; and a true heart. They did not give lov

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e presence / / of your warmth, of your

kindness / / —but sometimes I’m half blinded / / as by a new revelat

[I have you always in my mind]

side. / / But felt at once her natural

kindness chide / / her churlishness; and felt, too, gratitude. / / T

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perhaps in three / / hands of careful

kindness count / / into the bowl the grains of rice. / / Far away, f

d-mouse of proffered hope, / / pretend

kindness … Grind the axe, / / heap the faggots. Notch it up. / /

to a barrier. / / We know too well how

kindness may be killed / / by carelessness. Have learned from that to

[Yes, you’re right]

nd— / / the exchanged smile, the small

kindness (so small / / it couldn’t be remembered), joke in a queue /

/ the incandescent one in two, / / the

kindness that we owe mankind. / / Wider than that, warmer than this /

God, why should you care / / to show a

kindness to an atheist? / / single him out as blest / / by answering

wells / / a pale returning light whose

kindness veils / / jut and furrow, restoring innocence, / / restorin

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make a world all kinds aspire, / / all

kinds are needed, but there seems / / one kindling only for the fire

of Lucy and Garth / To make a world all

kinds aspire, / / all kinds are needed, but there seems / / one kind

y she’s dead), / / there are plenty of

kinds of pretty play / / young men and girls can know and not go all

esne, / / there lived, in service to a

King and Queen, / / a poor young widow with an only son. / / A mothe

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e did—“The Queen—Long live the King—The

King / / and Queen—Long live the Queen.” So, this was it. / / The ho

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appy valley) / / and having crowned us

king and queen thereof / / sold us to separate benches in war’s galle

ily. / / Always, other years, / / the

King and the male court alone had come, / / with princely guests, fro

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eeds at last, go back / / and tell the

king he had tossed it in the lake. / / But the dying king knew better

gain, went slowly back / / to tell the

king he had tossed it in the lake. / / The king was not deceived. /

No Complex / Oedipus laid the

king his father dead, / / then laid his mother in his father’s bed, /

d sadness and anger, / / but still the

king , his master to be obeyed. / / “Toss it in the lake,” He went bac

turned the sword in his hands. / / The

king his master was dying, this was his sword, / / the sword was beau

ssed it in the lake. / / But the dying

king knew better / / and sent him back to the lake. / / He turned th

thing, / / do not deliver us to Hell’s

king / / —not his our work, not ours his pay. / / Brother men, mocke

Villon’s Epitaph

winter through.” / / The courtiers of

King Sun enjoyed the wit. / / What did their children’s children thin

La Fontaine et le Déluge

The Last Oracle / Tell the

King : the intricate fane is fallen. / / His primitive hut, his laurel

The Last Oracle

l / / she did—“The Queen—Long live the

King —The King / / and Queen—Long live the Queen.” So, this was it. /

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e singer silent at the fall / / of the

King , the old life. / / Peace and order flake away. / / Every mounta

nced the colour-sparkling sea: / / the

King , the Queen, the court, the foreign throng / / of princes—the pri

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ouncing the immediate visit / / of his

king -uncle, with his wife and their / / children. He scowled and went

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ruth. / / The Queen was beautiful, the

King was brave— / / when they were prince and princess in their youth

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he had tossed it in the lake. / / The

king was not deceived. / / Angry? No. Hardly sad. / / Beyond sadness

t one. / / A hunting-wood his father’s

kingdom held / / but poor and tame our forester had found it / / bes

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l unaware) control / / of her new love-

kingdom , his conquered being. / / Her look, her walk, her laugh, her

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you you shall clear your house and your

kingdom / / of the parasitic clutter. But do not think / / to live i

in. / / West, his mother’s tramontane

kingdom reached / / leagues north, she told him, to the sea again /

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; soon from the crest / / gazed on his

kingdom , standing by its Queen. / / He loved her, yes. What did she t

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thoughts I see / / a sleeping beauty’s

kingdom / / that was and is to be. / /

thoughts I see / / a Sleeping Beauty’s

kingdom / / that was and is to be. / /

[Today we feel behind us]

/ / bounding the plain, and the small

kingdom too. / / The mountains and the sea enclosed his world. / / F

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g. / / This border, that border, these

kingdoms live on. / /

[The bare, beautiful borders]

y horns, bulls walking pastures / / in

kingly -flashing coats under burning rays. / / By now the tide was run

r other tales. / / Fairies and giants,

kings and queens of old, / / princesses in the toils of sorcerers— /

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the wood. / / “Grandfather was the old

King’s forester / / (your grandfather’s). When I was very small / /

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the game, / / making all ready for the

King’s hunting. / / He walked drowned in his dreams. Then a red flame

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or less work docketed, / / only in the

King’s hunting-season not / / strictly determined by the season’s nee

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p and married a young groom / / in the

King’s stables. To their eldest daughter / / the forester stood godfa

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market-place. / / A little later came

Kipling’s ballads: / / two men riding through a death-sown plain, /

/ shall force a way and wake her with a

kiss . / / And it’s to love that, wakened so, she’ll waken: / / love

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le’s scar / / now throbs to agony. Now

kiss and play / / couched where they can the lovers. This is May. /

have been lovely. / / And if I’d got a

kiss of your pretty mouth / / I’d have gone to sleep happy. But if yo

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on, path of exile, fold. / / Who happy

kiss within / / to passers jealous, cold, / / cast on the blind the

half / / which made a whole. / / They

kissed , and hand in hand / / walked out together through the broken g

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rned her flower-face—that face. / / He

kissed her on the mouth and she awoke. / / “You?…” a faint trouble in

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night, my prince, my love’, and leaning

kissed / / his dying mouth. He died. Or did her love / / raise him t

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he raised her face to his face and / /

kissed his mouth. Then “This” faltering “is yours if…” / / She presse

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in. / / Armed soon, as before, / / he

kissed his wife and said / / “I must go fight again, / / who once be

s her soft breath, and took / / heart,

kissed through hair the brow turned off beneath. / / She stirred and

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before dawn / / he’d foraged round the

kitchens , wine and food / / at least a week’s supply—written a note /

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ave said, born blind, / / but when his

kitten -eyes unclose / / some people find / / they have chosen even b

ashes / / while it’s still night, and

knead them into his door-sill / / and as you do, whisper “It’s Delphi

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u do, whisper “It’s Delphis’s bones I’m

kneading ”. / / Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you know who) to my ho

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n all around gave thanks / / on bended

knee , / / blessed God for a soul rescued / / from Satan’s siege. /

The Shepherdess of Cahuzac

stroked his hair, his head laid on her

knee . / / “The fairy’s promise is the prince’s bride.” / / He fell a

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lovely and unaware, / / he watched her

kneel and bend. / / She turned her face. It all / / —horror, lust, o

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the sand, / / dropped in the shallows—

kneeling , drank and drank / / (the fresh river thrusting the ebb-tide

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lace, where London’s nicest statue / /

kneels with her pitcher and her broken nose / / between the men’s and

The Fall / I tripped and fell, heavy on

knees and knuckles, / / gripping the handle of my heavy bag, / / my

eads in the slippery mess, skids to her

knees , / / gets up, her dress and hands dripping with gore. / / Red

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ed over wrist, / / wrung hands between

knees , / / hunched shoulders closing / / across the sunk glance, /

Winter Recalled

Children of the mines / / on hands and

knees in dark, / / weight of the roped truck / / cutting naked loins

à / The Mother sat, her dead Son on her

knees , / / white-glowing marble wrought / / to perfect intricacy of

raise a prince to rouse the bride. The

knell / / ‘a hundred years’ turned to a voice. She said / / “The hun

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as with him all his childhood. He never

knew / / a time he did not know it; and behind / / those words, a wo

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Vignette / Carly Gancher at four / /

knew all the answers and a good many more, / / master of wickedness.

d “As far as Golgotha.” / / And then I

knew and the cock crew. / /

rangers, lost for lonely miles, / / he

knew at last the tracked woods like his hand. / / Later he learned th

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ster, the poor court-lady’s son / / we

knew before, could not with a like eye / / view a like world. And inc

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it in the lake. / / But the dying king

knew better / / and sent him back to the lake. / / He turned the swo

nelled all about / / or no way. For he

knew beyond a doubt / / that somewhere in that labyrinth lay his goal

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dawn met on the lonely way / / a man I

knew but could not name. / / He said “Good morning”, I the same / /

, / / so sad. Just what it was I never

knew . / / But he would talk about the forest-land / / where he had l

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round / / before another woke her; and

knew drowned / / his brave thought in the pain of powerless love, /

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e) / / he told her of another beach he

knew , / / empty—‘Much as this must have been before / / they built t

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him out to sea. / / He fought it, and

knew fear and hope again. / / “He had to fight the fairy’s curse to w

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y the same. / / ’The fairy’s curse’—he

knew he fought a spell… / / Who knew? Who fought? / / A sudden viole

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hould mark him near the castle. Then he

knew . / / He hurled himself against the armoured mass / / hardly in

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miled at as our ‘wood’. / / And yet, I

knew , he never would go back.” / / And one day (they were sitting on

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was said. / / Before I looked again I

knew her gone; / / then looked, and shivering left the deeper shade,

him that may be heard / / from one who

knew him in his exiled age, / / but now we take a new hero—or say /

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and retched and vomited again, / / and

knew himself alive and safely beached / / out of the sea. He heaved u

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ged, and suddenly—check and chill— / /

knew himself not alone upon this coast. / / She sat where the sand ce

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hate. / / And then he saw her eyes and

knew his error / / and dropped the knife and backed against the thorn

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only son. / / A mother’s boy (he never

knew his father) / / beloved and loving, but a lonely child, / / tim

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ng, / / “Goddess, be good to us”, / /

knew his polluted state / / (the cloud a moment thinning) / / —for t

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ace, he fought a mounting fear. / / He

knew in this last fight against the good / / fairy, the bad was rousi

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nseeing eyes. / / Then she saw it, and

knew it, and there found / / a truth she dare not meet. Trembling and

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anced downs / / a faint flat blue, and

knew it for the sea— / / and longed to lose for once the wooded plain

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/ / He cracks the nucleus and cries “I

knew it! / / Nothing so subtle as escapes my skill.” / / Nature is m

k saw / / clearer, truer, / / when he

knew / / long ago / / in sun’s light, / / behind the night’s / / s

they have chosen even better than they

knew . / / May that be true / / (indeed I think it may) for you. / /

tall girl, and not yet drawn close / /

knew Molly and stood still. “But this once more is / / truth but not

/ / of lovers’ meeting was a thing it

knew . / / On days of merrymaking they would strew / / flowers in the

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eyes on the work, the worshipped master

knew . / / Past intellectual truth or visual beauty / / yet both inte

peopled my moor and heart—that world I

knew .” / / “Prophet and guide, unhoped for helper sent me,” / / I sa

/ / (partly he hated trouble; more, he

knew / / she would feel better with a task to do, / / a stake in the

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ss the loose / / network of twigs, and

knew that all was said. / / Before I looked again I knew her gone; /

nearly mad. / / The neighbours say: We

knew that she was dying— / / skin, bone and scared eyes, moving like

arther slopes; far beyond those / / he

knew the city lay, and the princess, / / the fated child of many day-

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.” / / Ophelia to Miranda: / / “I too

knew the clear dawn; / / my bud was near to blossom. / / But the thu

plunged to cool / / his sweating body—

knew the fiery shock / / of snow-water, colder than he had thought /

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ed. / / Much of the rest was vague. He

knew the lad / / was taken as a forester, and ever / / a loved frien

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gainst / / the dark forest. And now he

knew the love / / he’d been made captive by the image of / / was tru

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its own way. / / One must be right, he

knew , the other wrong, / / but nothing told him which. Below, close b

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m her, and yet was she. / / Waking, he

knew the pain for what it was / / and knew the supposed choice alread

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/ / the basic skills; those mastered,

knew the pride / / of deeper skill. He almost lived afloat. / / Gurg

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knew the pain for what it was / / and

knew the supposed choice already made. / / Freedom he’d half so longe

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more to sand-dunes and the sea. / / He

knew then the two rivers were the same— / / the lesson of the two in

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rned along the bank, and certainly / /

knew this was not his way. Turned from the plain, / / plunged straigh

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rowned / / lately, crossing a river he

knew well. / / He turned along the bank, and certainly / / knew this

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e liked his thinking (none of those she

knew / / were given to thought), but his thought acquiesced / / too

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se’—he knew he fought a spell… / / Who

knew ? Who fought? / / A sudden violent blast / / roused the prince b

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d by one / / whose fierce, dark look I

knew ; who never was / / weak to regret, but followed his few days /

/ / —a few friends (brothers)—gun and

knife — / / a few men killed. The break failed. / / Jackson was down

and knew his error / / and dropped the

knife and backed against the thorn / / his heart contracting in a kin

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ok. Eating / / could wait. He drew his

knife , and carefully / / began to cut his way. He forced the task /

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an old woman in black. He snatched his

knife / / and rose at her with all his pain in hate. / / And then he

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d bay / / breeds its princeling of the

knife . / / Beast and bandit walk the earth / / while the hero, carel

/ whetters and users of the deliberate

knife . / / Between the starving North and war’s dull flame, / / dist

y stuff by the defence. / / The deadly

knife -edge of his tongue and look, / / feared by so many, he conceale

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g blue of sky; diamond air / / edge to

knife -edge with the naked rock / / breaking down in a pine-torrent of

aried domes which, he saw now, / / her

knife had shaved. She raised her head and eyed / / him hard. He shive

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ing of her but her sombre wraps. / / A

knife in one hand, in the other perhaps, / / he thought, a hedgehog.

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/ / The wing-heeled boots, the crooked

knife / / lent us to hunt a monster with, / / misborn into a cruelle

course deserved / / better than such a

knife -twist in the heart. / / Rapt Mary sat and drank all he could gi

enfant, n’aie pas peur. / / … but the

knife whips out manhood, womanhood… / / Was she an angel? Can angels

ed in and took one in his hand / / and

knifed it from the stone. The pricks drew blood, / / and this time to

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y, / / dreamed of a dragon or a robber-

knight / / against her, of his long and terrible fight / / finally w

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nning down her face, and cried / / ‘My

knight , my prince, my love’, and leaning kissed / / his dying mouth.

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t, huge and grim enough, / / the Black

Knight of the Question-Mark, / / and with him Fear… and in the dark /

n’t come to a ragged end / / but death

knits up the ravelled sleeve. / /

nvy / / beast and flower? netted, / /

knitted into this knot, / / envy beings empty / / of memory and thou

irst was jealous of, / / but they were

knitted together in lasting love / / before their mother / / died, w

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know even if I’m alive or dead, / / no

knock at my door… There’s someone else. Love’s gods / / have drawn hi

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/ The hut was dark, and silent to his

knock . / / He pushed the door and struck a light. No one. / / Empty

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t, that’s not so good. / / Steve Davis

knocked out / / of the semi-final. You / / would have liked that, th

he door of Death, please Fate, he’ll be

knocking at. / / I’ve bad drugs in my chest, Mistress, things I bough

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g fancy was alerted / / suddenly by “a

knocking at the door / / one dark night late when they were going to

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flower? netted, / / knitted into this

knot , / / envy beings empty / / of memory and thought, / / of threa

/ whose nails are broken picking at the

knot / / of Gordian anguish in the heart; / / and others in whose si

soul / / shrinking contracts against a

knot of pride: / / I felt myself shrunk in the cold, but whole / / a

ickly stream / / carries away / / the

knot of tissue and nerve, / / structurally / / a sentient person, pe

h stems and more than Gordion-tied / /

knots . It was almost in his hand—a few / / strands now. He took it. /

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osing / / across the sunk glance, / /

knotted , shrunk. This / / is not stillness of peace / / but that mov

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t of the way / / bushes and scrub were

knotted to the briar. / / Right was a space, where a tall pine-tree s

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sion. / / We are ruining the nature we

know and love, / / but nature is not ready to go under. / / How stro

retty play / / young men and girls can

know and not go all the way / / —something like that will do. As for

Record, since you’re recording, all you

know , / / and then admit that to an honest view / / it seems (as sur

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onstellated black. / / These sparks, I

know , are world or sun / / varyingly vast and from a vast / / differ

pains / / of this deeper existence we

know , at whose heart / / is our love, and the love of which ours is a

s of you. / / Funny and kind. / / You

know bad trouble, mind / / your troubles, mind others’ troubles more,

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children, / / a castle that waves (we

know ) before tomorrow / / will smooth back into beach-sand; as shrill

/ or power, to be a poet? / / I don’t

know , / / but I can’t help it. / / Seagulls cry / / circling, swoop

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are perfect days. / / To what I do not

know , but know we should / / give praise. / /

tter, to matter’s keep / / returned we

know ; but of the deeper theme / / —spirit, whence formed or fetched h

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—‘just one more’— / / a look he didn’t

know came in her eyes, / / and then she told him, to his shocked surp

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n / When shall we meet again? We do not

know / / —can only dress our longing thought in dream, / / weak tiss

/ notice myself, against all I feel and

know , / / covet the fountain of youth or a new birth? / /

you. / / And no-one else will ever (I

know ) do. / / And since I cannot have / / you with me in yourself, t

[Living alone is lonely]

d remain. / / New lives we love do not

know , / / do not need. / / Is it a tangled or an infinitely / / int

way along that stream, / / learning to

know each other and their love. / / Later, in a swift gorge, rough cl

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and he hasn’t come to me, / / doesn’t

know even if I’m alive or dead, / / no knock at my door… There’s some

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/ the street, or two or three streets.

Know / / featureless faces ground by gross / / poverty, in common lo

d, / / a double wall of smoke, / / to

know fully, judge fairly another heart / / is more than hard. / / On

retence that they were gods. We have to

know / / God, if there be a god, cannot be so. / / The handsome plin

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I am not a child. / / (Up to a point I

know / / —have I ever really, though, / / quite grown up? But that’s

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ught, for her to say. / / She does not

know (he thought she did not know) / / the bond that holds me without

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rice know that he is I? / / Or will he

know ? He will not, certainly. / / My only joy to know I shall be he’—

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s. / / We watch the crescent set, / /

know her concealed companion setting too. / / Block half freed from t

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t now / / I’ll be good, I promise—I do

know how. / / Don’t be hard, darling. Truly I’ll stay / / out on the

, he lay as good as dead / / he didn’t

know how long. He sensed the air, / / came to himself, and pulled him

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time to time, / / and after you do not

know how many miles / / and after you have forgotten how many days /

gh, / / leads to another story; but, I

know , / / how they got home really belongs to this. / / The castle r

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/ both James Joyce and Virginia Woolf

know how / / thought weaves in words its inexpressible spells; / / S

hen / / experience and patience should

know how to / / guide the cross spirit with a steady rein / / now do

ted than a living trouble. / / I don’t

know how to help you, but our intent / / is firm as our love, and per

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nry, / / subtly apart, the old. / / I

know I am not a child. / / (Up to a point I know / / —have I ever re

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ill not, certainly. / / My only joy to

know I shall be he’— / / or might be he… The doubt spread to eclipse

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the thought will have been good. / / I

know , if ever / / your image came to mind it brought / / a warmth of

d. He never knew / / a time he did not

know it; and behind / / those words, a wordless image, far more true,

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t a long sleep. / / A sleep not as you

know it, from which you rouse / / to your known world, but sleep so l

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a what-might-still- / / be (though you

know it never will) / / but just a what-once-might-have-been / / (al

once-might-have-been / / (although you

know it never would). / / And between those (in spite of these / / n

. / / “And you?” I said; and she: “you

know me well. / / The moor’s loneliness and the wind’s vigour / / br

alike sing of the rose. / / Petals we

know must fall, / / and not all days are good, / / but there are per

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know my inner man / / for a sensual puritan, / / the puritan in hist

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Know My Inner Man / I, who know my inner man / / for a sensual purita

I, Who Know My Inner Man

, his heart strangely at peace. / / ‘I

know my way’ he thought. ‘As it has been / / all through my life, for

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on. While we live / / we know we live,

know nature. I believe / / our game was worth her candle after all. /

me other likely-seeming thing; / / you

know not even abortive love can be / / called the first cause, howeve

s on a white gauze dress? / / I do not

know — / / old, old, infinitely old and long ago. / / The wind blows

re. / / Just what he sought he did not

know , or where; / / seek it he did, because he had believed / / the

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ives / / are subject too. And sadly we

know ourselves / / foolish often, sometimes wicked as well, / / shar

[Our lives are in other hands]

ut the tears blotted my gaze. / / “You

know ,” remarked my guide, “you make a cross / / too easily out of you

Westminster to the mined sea, / / who

know Scamander and the windy plain. / / We hold a double talisman—are

know ] / Some exiles know / / they will not, cannot be recalled. / /

[Some exiles know]

Sibling / Do you remember…? Did you

know …? / / Tell me… This’ll amuse you though… / / The thought, as na

suddenly / / ‘How will the young price

know that he is I? / / Or will he know? He will not, certainly. / /

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/ / from the depth of a dream / / to

know that hollow field. / /

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f / / your scents—nor, as from Pisgah,

know / / that others after shall do so. / / The vision’s all, and is

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it back again / / but then / / you’ll

know that you and he are friends. / /

[Time is a child]

/ / Did you suffer much? / / Would to

know the answer help? / / Not you. Us perhaps. / / Walking on the wh

e does not know (he thought she did not

know ) / / the bond that holds me without hope. To lose / / my prison

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ging’s not bad enough— / / But who can

know the darkness of that house? / / A black brew of stupidity, disti

/ wander in the random winds. / / We

know the father’s sins / / visited always on the children. Must / /

lack. / / Look down into your life and

know the night. / /

r form, your nature, / / that love may

know the object of its thought? / / what secret force could gather /

.’ / / He stumbled, looked up, did not

know the place. / / Turning bewildered, the old well-known road / /

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ake, oh take your trip with us. / / We

know the spell of joys that last, / / dreams which dissolve Time’s ty

acceptance of a story’s pain? / / How

know the spot’s ahead there, waiting now, / / where these cliffs, tho

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/ to fetch another lot. / / I didn’t

know the way, though / / —a stranger in these parts. / / The roads I

science? Oh / / what candyfloss / / I

know they are. / /

[Some exiles know] / Some exiles

know / / they will not, cannot be recalled. / / No overthrow / / of

[Some exiles know]

). / / But I am still / / thankful to

know this beauty, as well / / as for those I love and who love me. /

ibilities of delight and pain. / / “We

know this shining stream bears London’s refuse / / from railway, gasw

ntry night. / / I spoke: “if I did not

know , this would seem / / Berkshire.” “Or Yorkshire,” answered with a

glisten in answer / / which could not

know / / till then they were other / / than the other rock. / /

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them build / / into a barrier. / / We

know too well how kindness may be killed / / by carelessness. Have le

[Yes, you’re right]

No, not a prince. The boy we’ll come to

know / / was born at court but not to royalty. / / Where? When? Oh,

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ly (mostly) than we hate / / people we

know . We hate in bulk / / —Communism, Islam (those Ayatollahs, / / t

e had our vision. While we live / / we

know we live, know nature. I believe / / our game was worth her candl

t days. / / To what I do not know, but

know we should / / give praise. / /

d ‘the prince will come.’ / / “I don’t

know what he meant.” He came once more / / to the same beach. Then tr

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ise—that was what he said. / / I don’t

know what he meant.” When he won in / / at last to land, he lay as go

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” and unanswered turned my head. / / I

know what Orpheus felt when turning he / / touched emptiness. What Em

you like, pray. / / Though you do not

know what to, / / some words, some things remain. / / We believe in

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Gratitude / I don’t

know what to thank, but grateful I feel, / / not only for affection—f

/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / As the flame melts this wax (O help me, go

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / Barley-grains first shrivel in the fire—wh

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / Bran goes on next. Artemis, Moon, you can

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / Delphis hurts me. And this bay now for Del

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / I’ll pound a lizard and mix an ill drink f

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / Now I’m alone. / / How did this love begi

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / The sea is quiet now, the winds are quiet,

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / This fringe from Delphis’s cloak he lost,

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / This maresbane grows in Arcadia, and all t

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/ Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you

know who) to my house. / / Three libations to you, lady, and with eac

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/ / and if something’s done well, not

knowing at all / / if that can help the scalepan fall. / / To stand

/ Housman was old beyond his years / /

knowing at twenty / / the fleeting seasons in their beauty / / would

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wrapped secret greedily piled. / / But

knowing better? Hardly a trace of that. / / Impossible Hyacinth, thou

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uely he touched it—leapt / / suddenly,

knowing for what she was the old / / woman. As though it bore itself

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l. He wept, / / knowing his weariness,

knowing his goal / / here, here, within the circle. Oh fool, fool. /

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h, fool—full-circle fool. He wept, / /

knowing his weariness, knowing his goal / / here, here, within the ci

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rked by womankind / / towards a better-

knowing humankind. / /

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to contact with the feeling heart? / /

Knowing men starving while the rank cigar / / perfumes the Ritz, my h

d not in my orchard sleep that day / /

knowing much was not well / / between my queen and me. / / I thought

become a child again, and pray / / (if

knowing no god in honesty I may) / / for charity. / /

the blackness of uncentred space, / /

knowing nothing, sweats with fear. / / Fled are the open sky, the eas

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no one can win), / / is for them also,

knowing or nothing, peace. / /

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of a complacent hate. / / Let not our

knowing our cause the better be / / condition in us of complacency, /

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content that those we love have lived,

knowing / / our narrow length of time eternal deep. / /

they feel, two old people who part / /

knowing quite certainly / / they will never see each other again? Fri

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/ / in a few minutes there again, / /

knowing quite well that then, as then, / / unchanged, unmagic we shal

[Seen from the hill the hazy plain]

not so much fear… rather distress / /

knowing so much is done / / badly or left undone, / / and if somethi

in the flower-face. / / The young man,

knowing the power in his fingers, / / knowing the vision in the block

knowing the power in his fingers, / /

knowing the vision in the block, / / stood back from the perfected st

cup. / / Love the revolving years / /

knowing they will defeat us / / (one revolution’s low / / roll on wi

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concealed the castle still. To one not

knowing / / this might have been an uninhabited wild. / / Now, down

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s low / / roll on without us up). / /

Knowing this will be so / / love more this year’s delight. / / Cows

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lieve in love and truth / / though not

knowing what they mean. / / If our love can keep its faith / / there

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. Some things slip though. / / Change,

knowingly made, all right. / / Not, that’s not so good. / / Steve Da

hid the sword, / / seeming to hide her

knowledge and his deed; / / straightened herself, turned slowly, and

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takes everything we hate to give: / /

knowledge and strength, to his imperative / / obedient, love, hope—ea

/ / compels knowledge of others. / /

Knowledge compels love. / / Love makes us. / / Yet endeavour / / to

ness / / and the walls stay, distilled

knowledge grows black, / / an unbalance, an ache, / / breeds nightma

t such a child / / mankind appears: of

knowledge insatiate, / / secret on unwrapped secret greedily piled. /

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hen turned his back. / / Sick with the

knowledge of a hopeless dream / / he looked the other way, towards th

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dull flame, / / distressed only by the

knowledge of distress, / / disturbed but not stirred by the prick of

. / / And that’s a sweet thing to have

knowledge of / / looking back from our love. / /

romantic dream: / / some deep unknown

knowledge of love, her rare / / spirit made in the cradle one with it

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/ / No. Knowledge of self / / compels

knowledge of others. / / Knowledge compels love. / / Love makes us.

/ of threaded mind and heart? / / No.

Knowledge of self / / compels knowledge of others. / / Knowledge com

e the silence / / with me, since after-

knowledge sets tomorrow / / to mirror yesterday—images which empty /

he added mountain-ways / / to his wood-

knowledge . The forest-plain below / / stretched to the farther slopes

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ords, love through your eyes, / / I’ve

known before. / / Under that free sky stand / / alleys of huts. Crow

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anned by the eye, the seen one with the

known . / / But now (he was, or would be soon, eighteen) / / restless

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/ progress along what now made itself

known / / certainly for a way. But long neglect / / had left it more

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d and loved known living / / the loved

known dead. How much does memory wane? / / figure and face and voice

s, not lovers—old friends / / who have

known each other well, quite well, from youth; / / years, many years.

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s those, / / the gift which makes them

known , / / felt. But the figure on the other side, / / rejected, bla

“Gale is Dead”

/ troubling her faintly… Now, suddenly

known / / her guide of four years back—and understood. / / ‘He loves

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water, marked / / the end of seen and

known . His eyelids dropping / / against the glare, he drowsed, half d

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master potter-painter / / like to have

known his handiwork seen, / / shown, loved again? / /

/ / After loved unknown dead and loved

known living / / the loved known dead. How much does memory wane? /

ed, wires cut, / / he sees no more the

known nor knows the seen. / / Follows the fall: / / strong in the st

. / / Turning bewildered, the old well-

known road / / stretched where he’d come—but turning again, grew / /

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as the moorhen. / / Like something not

known to be remembered (dream, / / unremarked word) / / suddenly sig

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youth’s depressions. / / Sorrow I have

known , / / unhappiness, / / fear, anxiety / / and worse corrosions

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ould only drag his feebleness / / to a

known woodman’s hut there by the stream / / to beg food and a shelter

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w it, from which you rouse / / to your

known world, but sleep so long, so deep, / / almost a kind of death.

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/ / achieves with heart; / / a little

known , / / world on world gone. / / Spare a small grief / / for lov

estined the steady glow / / our loving

knows . / /

[Wind is chilly on shoulders]

th take him there under the thorns? Who

knows ? / / But the last word is not with Carabosse, / / or in this s

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ll / / of visionary man. / / Man, who

knows / / from nature how to kill / / and breeds in his own breast,

en off / / this shimmering crest which

knows no trough. / / Since princess meeting prince cried, laughed “Ar

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tasting in small what the true sufferer

knows : / / the lonely deaf, the blind / / who fumbling in the paraly

cut, / / he sees no more the known nor

knows the seen. / / Follows the fall: / / strong in the streets the

s clear shore.” / / No more. / / Mind

knows Time has closed that door. / / But still the untaught heart /

knuckle ] / Age’s bony knuckle / / (mean fighter) takes me in the mout

[Age’s bony knuckle]

[Age’s bony knuckle] / Age’s bony

knuckle / / (mean fighter) takes me in the mouth, / / and as I spit

[Age’s bony knuckle]

/ to heave my heaviness off my hurting

knuckles , / / get me on my feet again. Another milestone. / /

I tripped and fell, heavy on knees and

knuckles , / / gripping the handle of my heavy bag, / / my weight beh

/ my weight behind me grinding my raw

knuckles / / in the rough black London grime. / / I’ve fallen before

’Allegro / / as The Ancient Mariner of

Kubla Khan. / / Soon Yeats—maestro ed autore— / / Eliot, Auden, Rans

breathed by these good and brave, / /

Kurt Huber and his children: / / Willi Graf, Christl Probst, / / Ale

Die Weisse Rose

enty-five, / / Sophie twenty-one. / /

Kurt Huber was much older / / but name him, praise him as well), / /

Die Weisse Rose