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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nt. / / Difference, / / the good sine

qua non of humanness, / / cannot be tailored to equality, / / except

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

/ on hopes that sought (but found the

quag ) / / the path across the quaking bog. / /

/ —drought-blistered, cyclone-hit, / /

quake -riven earth, as though / / herself were in despair / / at man’

ound the quag) / / the path across the

quaking bog. / /

Lost / The path across the

quaking bog / / lies not quite where the others said. / / (The seama

here we tread: / / the path across the

quaking bog / / lies not quite where the others said. / / Watery mud

/ / her thumb, and all these heavenly

qualities / / shall die into a little bead of blood.” / / Silence an

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are born sib. / / Brothers and sisters

quarrel / / but learn (have to learn) to make it up; / / learn blood

Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

first decline. / / “By such a moon we

quarrelled at Arezzo / / over a camera, where all divine / / Piero’s

there as when / / nightmares or wars,

quarrels or waitings cease. / / “Martin” she said, “how goes your pil

thens, Hill of the Muses; Evening / The

quarried rock drops to the slums, / / like looking from a train into

Athens, Hill of the Muses; Evening

nto mother earth / / till all is empty

quarries , shells / / riven by a Caesarian birth. / / The fairy-story

Mother’s Malison

ged poverty). The sun burns / / on the

quarry -face. The other way, / / above this bare hill and a pine-green

Athens, Hill of the Muses; Evening

ing too. / / Block half freed from the

quarry . God hardly half freed, / / adumbrated in the block. He does n

September Cruise

block, / / itself still rooted in the

quarry rock, / / the marble mountain. He lies below the face / / the

September Cruise

/ / and settled steady in the old good

quarter . / / He was abreast now, nearly, of the cape / / and drew in

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e than a road. / / And then, perhaps a

quarter of a mile / / within the wood, it forked. He paused, but chec

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d to the faint guitar. / / Down to the

quay below Westminster Bridge, / / where trips for Hampton Court and

/ there lived, in service to a King and

Queen , / / a poor young widow with an only son. / / A mother’s boy (

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owing much was not well / / between my

queen and me. / / I thought of many things (most if not all / / true

Messengers / / hot from the Court—the

Queen and royal child / / expected daily. / / Always, other years, /

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er: “Come.” We passed across / / under

Queen Anne, and North by a dark road. / / North, and then West again

ame news again: this Christmas-time the

Queen / / comes with the court, and the princess. What is it? / / Wh

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pace / “Faster, faster” cries the manic

queen “faster” / / to obedient Alice. / / The goal still flies ahead

Curvature of Space

that just at midnight, when at last the

Queen / / felt pain crown her initiation’s joy, / / an old forester

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lost. / / The weather worsened and the

Queen got better / / or bored, and took her daughter back to town. /

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/ gazed on his kingdom, standing by its

Queen . / / He loved her, yes. What did she think of him? / / What co

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farther, faster, in their frantic, red-

queen , / / heartblank hunger to out-hurry time. / / The sea-edge sol

is: / / I am her servant and she is my

queen . / / I am to love her, serve her, all my life / / in what I ca

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nine their quiet home. / / But now the

Queen , it seemed, had not been well. / / The doctors talked of countr

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ried her eyes—as well / / she did—“The

Queen —Long live the King—The King / / and Queen—Long live the Queen.”

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en—Long live the King—The King / / and

Queen —Long live the Queen.” So, this was it. / / The horses swerved a

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ept the golden carriage. / / The young

queen looked, and a curve suddenly / / gave her the sea-lapped city w

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hand / / beautiful, inhuman, / / the

Queen of fair Elfland. / / I am not for her / / nor need fear her, h

Los Altos Hills

g—The King / / and Queen—Long live the

Queen .” So, this was it. / / The horses swerved as the skilled driver

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olour-sparkling sea: / / the King, the

Queen , the court, the foreign throng / / of princes—the princesses st

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ey) / / and having crowned us king and

queen thereof / / sold us to separate benches in war’s galley. / / R

ss its stillness but the phrase / / of

Queen Victoria: ‘I will be good.’? / / I laughed, and suddenly in clo

ade her what she was in truth. / / The

Queen was beautiful, the King was brave— / / when they were prince an

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les. / / Fairies and giants, kings and

queens of old, / / princesses in the toils of sorcerers— / / put out

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aid to break the charm. / / Pausing to

quell his heart again, to breathe, / / trembling he stood at last by

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e; whose lives, which life has tried to

quench , / / seem shrunk now to their end; / / who here not even in d

, where Hampstead sleeps above / / the

quenched city, and talk.” But she: “to-night / / you shall not home s

/ and then / / another light was water-

quenched . / / Life goes on, finished lives recede / / and remain. /

mble of things. / / The fire, brutally

quenched , was still a fire / / whose high flame, even remembered, war

still by whim, / / rejecting reason’s

query ‘Which is right?’ / / Till, about noon he thought, there fronte

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/ The head He had them show Him was, no

question , / / a copy’s shadow in the terms of Plato. / / Yes. But, t

which set the peasant to labour and not

question / / and her to tread, and equally not question, / / her nar

Eugénie de Guérin

ead, finish this… Can’t I wait up?” The

question / / falls. Plato, Paul, ask the (for me) wrong question, /

ls. Plato, Paul, ask the (for me) wrong

question , / / find me no answer. So much for Paul and Plato? / / So

Yes. But, though by so answering their

question / / He fooled the spies and priests, the Christian’s questio

/ / and her to tread, and equally not

question , / / her narrow barren road. / / Loves children, could have

Eugénie de Guérin

our hours pass / / before he faced the

question how to cross, / / regaining strength and learning how to wai

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ull stop. Ours the open / / grace of a

question mark. / /

im enough, / / the Black Knight of the

Question -Mark, / / and with him Fear… and in the dark / / against th

make His answer to the priests’ spies’

question / / more than a trick answer to a trick question. / / Why d

Why accept the pattern / / for these,

question ours? / / It matters and doesn’t matter. / /

the spies and priests, the Christian’s

question / / “Should not my life, my actions, all be God’s?” / / by

/ / Why do I feel that answer to that

question / / such a betrayal of His trust as Steward? / / It was, wh

/ It was, when all is said, a cheating

question . / / The head He had them show Him was, no question, / / a

quite grown up? But that’s / / another

question .) The thing / / that strikes me oddly now / / is that I hav

Climacteric by the Sea

Question / The year wheels on into the same seasons / / as last year

ar / / over against God He allowed the

question / / to be reframed in terms of God and Caesar / / as equal

/ a share only? They thought by a trick

question / / to have Him on the horns. It was big odds / / against H

/ If Caesar give you arms, yours not to

question / / when he gives orders. Render unto Caesar / / your armed

/ more than a trick answer to a trick

question . / / Why do I feel that answer to that question / / such a

serves whom?… Well, there’s the jackpot

question : / / Will Caesar die in God or God in Caesar? / /

nabel,” I thought, and pressing forward

questioned : / / “Anabel?” and unanswered turned my head. / / I know

/ / truth too difficult, / / too many

questions begged, / / undefined terms—‘love’. / / I fall silent. /

ever after?… Children?… Dozens / / of

questions where a story finishes / / follow of course. Mostly the ans

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/ it couldn’t be remembered), joke in a

queue / / (a shared short laugh)—anything will do / / that dies quic

nner law, / / a narrow supple vixen on

quick black pads. / /

ome to the cross-roads! Clash the brass

quick ! / / Draw him, bird-wheel, draw him (you know who) to my house.

Spells and Love

ilted on its back, / / low down in the

quick -faded southern sunset / / over the ocean rim. I looked at the m

ive her, if not all, / / much—looks, a

quick mind, / / a feeling heart, and one / / thing which doubles tho

“Gale is Dead”

ess. / / Longing’s back at once with a

quick pang. / / But the constant consciousness that we belong, / / o

[My grandchildren are stamping the ice-puddles]

John Ruskin’s Wedding Night /

Quick to beauty more than is common / / but reared in rigid abstinenc

John Ruskin’s Wedding Night

/ / “All remembered but I? And all so

quick / / to bless? Amen! She shall be brave and wise / / and beauti

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ud neck, / / as the attack / / of the

quick -winged hounds, / / sharp-circling sloops, prevails / / forcing

Heron and Gulls

ge solution, salty, bloodwarm, / / lay

quick with life, with love, with mansoul. / / Now we pump back poison

e—the easy and the bright, / / putting

quick words to ready thought; / / the slow, the shy, the dull, the wo

o be free. / / Good, if new warmth new-

quickening his straining / / loosens the bindings and the close walls

ties / / flushed from the warm blood’s

quickening . / / The yielding and the stiffening, / / the wooded clef

John Ruskin’s Wedding Night

ight / / stretched far out but changed

quickly between night and night, / / till the field reached a hedge a

laugh)—anything will do / / that dies

quickly but has gleamed first (star-fall). / / I like to lay up my ha

t she turned her back, and so / / drew

quickly near. / / That was a dream of contraries. / / Our goal’s bef

Through the Looking-Glass

/ / his days trudging. The prince grew

quickly sore, / / but sensibly took off his shoes and went / / baref

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dive out of the light. / / Ripples are

quickly still. Again seen / / in the mirror’s tinted grey—leaf-greens

Water in a Wood

, buds / / plump on the tree, / / the

quiet birds / / pipe up. Be / / the year’s spring / / yours. Fill /

Against Anorexia: For Cathy

y.” / / She turned towards the sea her

quiet brow. / / Down the steps from the sloping road above us / / a

/ but in my body the anguish is never

quiet , / / burning as I am all over for this man who’s made me, / /

Spells and Love

/ The sea is quiet now, the winds are

quiet , / / but in my body the anguish is never quiet, / / burning as

Spells and Love

ely, took deep root / / at Sheepstead,

quiet country of water and wood / / between the wandering Thames and

/ / on the dark water. / / Back in a

quiet country / / whose understated beauty / / I seem to have rememb

gone / / the castle was for nine their

quiet home. / / But now the Queen, it seemed, had not been well. / /

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/ / looking, hours where the power of

quiet is strong, / / hours when the earth can cradle thought asleep,

d I are neither young nor old, / / the

quiet middle reaches. / / But something cries on / / in me, timeless

/ / you other stars that ride with the

quiet night. / /

Spells and Love

know who) to my house. / / The sea is

quiet now, the winds are quiet, / / but in my body the anguish is nev

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e lee / / he lost the breeze, and on a

quiet sea / / the boat drifted from the last impulse on… / / So. Thi

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a scarlet flood— / / and other hands,

quiet , soothing the head, / / veiling the terrified staring eyes. /

ngthening though you see not how.” / /

Quieted now I moved with lighter feet. / / Past Camden Town we took t

t as night wears on, / / blood cooler,

quieted the pulse’s roar, / / it drowses. Now among the smoke and sto

Country and Town

und her the house grew old / / slowly,

quietly rotting, / / dustily, gently flaking, / / dropping to pieces

Mariana in Miniature

ve wanted to all my life, / / which is

quite a long time now.” / / “At its brightest this month” he said, an

d wit. / / Deep in a curtained window,

quite alone, / / the princess drank a moment’s peace from it. / / Ha

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’s bow / / and full quiver. But he was

quite alone. / / Then he remembered that his nurse was dead. / / He

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ur wickedness, / / yet’s as much taker

quite / / as giver—throws upon / / her basic monotone / / scents, c

e air / / heavily on my heart / / are

quite away. / / I drink the brilliance, am a part / / of this cold,

[The clouds that pressed the air]

l, two old people who part / / knowing

quite certainly / / they will never see each other again? Friends, /

What Do They Feel?

aps lay there / / but not, that seemed

quite clear, to be attained / / by climbing now. A steep glen at his

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slow-pecking on the sand, / / getting

quite close before he loosed the string, / / the only thing that matt

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thirst was slaked, / / he’d recognised

quite different from that in / / the vision—wondered if the girl were

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/ that shield. I shall get one no worse

quite easily. / /

Two Songs of a Mercenary

o Dorset, Devon, Berkshire, Greece, and

quite / / forget the misery of exile when / / Ithaca lay lovely in t

an he lies by, be it a man, / / may he

quite forget them, as once in Naxos, they say, / / Theseus forgot Ari

Spells and Love

/ / freshness, clearness of spring not

quite gone / / in the long siesta of summer’s afternoon. / / With th

Sixtieth Summer

/ / —have I ever really, though, / /

quite grown up? But that’s / / another question.) The thing / / that

Climacteric by the Sea

hed. / / Born in the purple? Well, not

quite imperial— / / our stage is not so wide—but born a prince. / /

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will. / / Destroying each other we may

quite probably / / wipe out nature with us (or else / / ruining natu

there’s another girl in our house who’s

quite ready / / to marry, a pretty girl, just right for you.” / / Th

ll but swept off he made the bank just.

Quite / / spent, he could only drag his feebleness / / to a known wo

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ught / / “Still, this is not, / / not

quite , the image of my dream.” / / Lifetimes later, / / visions half

man, / / huntsman and wood-ranger. Not

quite the same / / he found the woods of his day’s work, as when / /

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ds / / who have known each other well,

quite well, from youth; / / years, many years. / / How does it feel

What Do They Feel?

a few minutes there again, / / knowing

quite well that then, as then, / / unchanged, unmagic we shall find /

[Seen from the hill the hazy plain]

th across the quaking bog / / lies not

quite where the others said. / / (The seaman casts his thought ahead,

th across the quaking bog / / lies not

quite where the others said. / / Watery mud-holes suck and clog / /

st-dyed contemplative, / / but one not

quite without a sense of shame.) / /

retched still / / unbroken, unthinned,

quite without change, until / / he almost thought that it could have

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Still young that unknown face; yet not

quite young: / / working in time tides of experience / / alone could

In the Audience

/ and bound within our private senses

quiver / / all possibilities of delight and pain. / / “We know this

looked down at the flasks, the bow, the

quiver / / and the cold ash. All a dream it was not. / / These and t

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ttles and a woodman’s bow / / and full

quiver . But he was quite alone. / / Then he remembered that his nurse

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an and clad, / / his bow restrung, his

quiver once more full, / / he set out through the winter-beautiful /

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a tower / / founded on rock above her

quivering pool. / / It was a love-match (though most suitable) / / y

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Quo Vadis / I fled by night and in the grey / / of dawn met on the lo