Index of first lines

• A blackbird on the wire
• A child cartwheels by me on the sand
• A child standing in a wilderness of snow
• A dandelion examined
• A golden age, an Eden
• A jutting stone
• A plateful, nice
• A wild rose lifting
• A word, a gust
• Above the sea and the wide sand gulls fly calling
• Across a cold bright air the sun
• Aeschylus, Euphorion’s son
• “After they caught me behind their desert lines”
• Age takes everything we hate to give
• Age’s bony knuckle
• All tasks done, spells are taken off
• All the girls get married, and likely lads they wed
• Almost before I can remember
• And on his right hand hung the face of Diaghilev
• And then
• As it rained all day
• Ask no surety of this flawless morning
• At work she smiled.  Resting she made
• Autumn is here and lovely
• Back to square one, or some square in
• Bare trees black against the south’s cold brightness
• Beauty and dreams of beauty flourish
• Between Orion and the Bear
• Between two stations, two or three words and smiles
• Between two steps, between two thoughts, breaking
• Between waking and sleep
• Brothers, men who breathe the air
• Bury my heart…  But the heart’s not one
• “… but if you’re in a hurry and can’t wait for me”
• Carly Gancher at four
• Cassandra screamed that Troy would fall
• Child I believed
• Children of the mines
• Children stone a swan
• Clouds roll off.  Summer is truly summer
• Considering our mortality
• Considers, musing at the sleeper’s side
• Cornered in the bewildering night
• Cows lounge among buttercups and dew
• Curled up you sleep, or stirring
• “Dear Adviser, can you help me to cope”
• Deserts are somewhere else
• “Die should you now, what have you done?”
• Dirty old brutal bear
• Do you remember…?  Did you know…?
• Does time embrace existence or existence time?
• Don’t fret
• Don’t smile in the street
• Dreams of good
• Drink (your fill
• Easy to live in the lands above the sea
• Everything we love
• Fall rainbows the forest-acred mountains
• “Faster, faster” cries the manic queen “faster”
• Feelings of guilt, feelings of resentment
• Five terraced meres
• Fled are the open sky, the easy slumber
• From every hedge lightly the rose
• From woods and valleys now the gathered night
• Frontiers break to barbary
• Galaxies, galleon-bold adventurers, pass
• George Jackson tried to break jail
• Glance lifts to a crucifix
• God, in whom I have no faith
• Golden, red, brown
• Gorse and rock and bog lap the wall
• “Half-way along life’s road…”
• Hans Scholl, Sophie Scholl
• Happy those who filled
• Have always been too fond of sitting still
• He chose the symbol of the swan
• He had reached the ends of the earth
• He is tall, his hair is raven
• He ran like those who race for the cloth-of-green
• Heaven I don’t covet
• Her blistered fingers stumbling at their task
• Here in this rock lie stony semblances
• Here must the longing blood allay its heat
• High boughs arch over the half-dry creek
• How
• How does it come that here
• Husk flakes from the seed
• I could not in my orchard sleep that day
• I don’t believe in God, and yet I pray
• I don’t suppose out of the grave
• I fled by night and in the grey
• I have no belief in a personal god
• I have (what seemingly you do not see)
• I have you always in my mind
• I scorched my heart’s earth
• I stand on the balcony
• I stepped out of my thoughts
• I tripped and fell, heavy on knees and knuckles
• I walked down Piccadilly in the black-out
• I, who know my inner man
• I woke in the night and heard the rain falling
• Industrious humanity
• Jesus, digesting the meal Martha served
• “Joy we denied,”
• Language and landscape change
• Larch, gorse, rough grass
• Late October hedges along this lane
• Lear storms
• Liberty
• Life narrows down between our closing arms
• Lightly blows
• Like music heard in
• Look up into the night, but not to extend
• Love you have.  May he stay
• Love’s eyes and hands and all his senses flower
• Man and woman constantly (are we not?)
• Man’s sex is a weapon, woman’s a wound
• Many things have to go
• May we assign a cause?
• Miranda to Ophelia
• Moonlight transfigures marble
• Morning’s first light, spring light, a clear-
• Most of us, somewhere along the road
• Music is landscape
• My bay-leaves, where are they?  Bring them here, Thestylis
• My grandchildren are stamping the ice-puddles
• My shield (not its fault) is making some tribesman’s day
• Nature is much to wreck, but man can do it
• No last year’s letter, nor
• No, not a prince.  The boy we’ll come to know
• Noon.  But the sun is low
• Not yet the necessary word awakes
• Now dogrose bushes star the hedges again
• Now May is here.  The wintered senses wake
• O Time, whose hand about our childhood’s hand
• Oedipus laid the king his father dead
• Of eternity in Hell
• On the high hill, in sun-bright scrub
• One by one winter puts out the torches
• One full half of the willow was riven away
• One hurt by one he loves hurts those that love him
• Only through patience peace.  Not always then
• Our idols fall.  Not that their feet are clay
• Our lives are in other hands.  So are the lives
• Out from the cliff birds wheel wild, a white
• Over beyond the river
• Pelops may rule his country, Croesus count out his money
• Quick to beauty more than is common
• Reactors burn
• Released from cloud the low sun at my back
• Riding down to the ship of exile waiting
• “Ring out the old, ring in the new”
• Riven temper runs along the table
• Sea; rocks and sea; rock and pine
• Sea, stone, cypress
• She fought the hard sinews, the horribly
• She hung out of her window to watch the stars
• She waited for him, waited
• Shown through the shadow of action, word and look
• Snow under grey cloud
• “Soldiers, advance against the enemy.”
• “Some food, for pity.”
• Something withheld him from lifting the spade to strike
• Sorrow I have known
• Speeds gather as lives hurtle down
• St. Januarius’s blood
• Still young that unknown face; yet not quite young
• Suffer the little
• Summer recurs
• Sweetness spreads about
• Tell the King: the intricate fane is fallen
• That dream, like many another dream
• That time we started drinking
• The bare, beautiful borders, cruel borders
• The bare trunks of the beech-trees
• The blind girl’s face, which never was
• The cedar’s sunny terraces
• The chrysalis age of waiting is not wasted
• The clouds that pressed the air
• The cordon drawn
• The doctor, after the examination
• ‘The enemy’
• The field of cloth of gold shines as it shone
• The gate groans to behind
• The girl came into the church
• The girl in the train looks out with brown eyes
• The grass in the next field
• The hawk is beautiful
• The huge reflector of the hanging light
• The Judge was very kind.  He called her up
• The lady of the house
• The lamp in the translucent pane
• The land stoops to the sea
• The light falls equally on all; it glances
• The lines recur, the poem closes
• The living spirit, as beautiful and strong
• The maddened father, fed
• The Mother sat, her dead Son on her knees
• The municipal building stood square in my dream
• The objects in this case
• The path across the quaking bog
• The pool of love standing in
• The quarried rock drops to the slums
• The river to the sea
• The scar-lips of the wounded wood
• The seasons come, the seasons pass
• The shutter flicks; the fleeting moment stays
• The sky is a firm dome bounding earth’s plain
• The spear is my rough wine, as it is my bread
• The stars are faint on the pale sky above
• The sun is soft, soft the blue horizon
• The tilted earth pauses, prepares to lean
• The track up the wild stream
• The war was over and the world was all
• The waste, the loss we said
• The waves move on uncharted courses
• The year wheels on into the same seasons
• There but for the grace of God go I
• There is no last rose
• These fields and trees
• These posts which stud
• They bear no company
• They burned drowned Shelley
• They think as they take breath, bearing no trace
• Things aren’t what they were
• This child was thrashed to death for thieving, lying
• This demon that has come
• This woman, this child, this man
• Through untimed fields of childhood the shadows and light
• Timbers driven deep through summer-slack
• Time is a child
• Time threw the columned temples down
• “To God” He answered “those things which are God’s,”
• To make a world all kinds aspire
• Today we feel behind us
• Together, love spreads bright under the clear
• Towards the hill would Alice go
• Under the grey sky
• Under the light fresh day
• Under the spring sun moves the innocent band
• Up through the opaque water another year
• Uproot the rich hedges that roads may be wider
• Uxorious the Duke.  While Angelo
• Walking I heard the train
• Warm summer cycle
• Watching the children shouting in the pool
• We are part of nature.  At least, we issue from
• We are the passing contacts of two worlds
• We lived and sang, my brother
• We must, if we would have our children live
• What did he want her told?  Why indeed
• What did the flame force from the flesh?
• What do they feel, two old people who part
• When first ghosts of our own begetting
• When shall we meet again?  We do not know
• Where are they gone, where?
• White foam sweeps along the grey-brown shore
• Who so firmly set in time and place
• Why do I dream this pause
• Wind is chilly on shoulders.  Buses pass
• Winter morning
• Woods, beech and fir.  Water—always
• Words from a dream ‘For ever
• Yes,/living alone is lonely
• Yes, you’re right.  Misunderstandings may
• “You!  Hi!  You over there!”
• You who are manifest in reason and faith
• You wonder what the sirens sang?
• Young, I thought
• Your freedom, which our fathers stole