Poems found: 263
A PROCESS IN THE WEATHER OF THE HEART
A REFUSAL TO MOURN THE DEATH, BY FIRE, OF A CHILD IN LONDON
A WINTER'S TALE
ADMIT THE SUN
AIR YOU BREATHE
ALL ALL AND ALL THE DRY WORLDS LEVER
ALL THAT I OWE THE FELLOWS OF THE GRAVE
ALMANAC OF TIME
ALTARWISE BY OWL-LIGHT
ALTARWISE BY OWL-LIGHT
ALTHOUGH THROUGH MY BEWILDERED WAY
AMONG THOSE KILLED IN THE DAWN RAID WAS A MAN AGED A HUNDRED
AMONG THOSE KILLED IN THE DAWN RAID WAS A MAN AGED A HUNDRED
AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION
AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION
AUTHOR'S PROLOGUE
AUTHOR'S PROLOGUE
BALLAD OF THE LONG-LEGGED BAIT
BALLAD OF THE LONG-LEGGED BAIT
BECAUSE THE PLEASURE-BIRD WHISTLES
BEFORE I KNOCKED
BEFORE I KNOCKED AND FLESH LET ME ENTER
BEFORE THE GAS FADES
BEFORE WE MOTHERNAKED FALL
BEFORE WE MOTHERNAKED FALL
BEING BUT MEN
BEING BUT MEN
CABARET
CEREMONY AFTER A FIRE RAID
CEREMONY AFTER A FIRE RAID
CHILD'S CHRISTMAS IN WALES
CHILDREN OF DARKNESS GOT NO WINGS
CLOUD IN THE MOON
CLOWN IN THE MOON
CONCEIVE THESE IMAGES IN AIR
CONVERSATION ABOUT CHRISTMAS THE USEFUL PRESENTS
CONVERSATION ABOUT CHRISTMAS THE USELESS PRESENTS
CONVERSATION OF PRAYER
COOL, OH NO COOL
COOL, OH NO COOL
COUNTRYMAN'S RETURN
DEATH AND ENTRANCES
DEATHS AND ENTRANCES
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
DO YOU NOT FATHER ME
EARS IN THE TURRETS HEAR
EARS IN THE TURRETS HEAR
ELEGY
ELM
ESPECIALLY WHEN THE OCTOBER WIND
ESPECIALLY WHEN THE OCTOBER WIND
FERN HILL
FERN HILL
FIND MEAT ON BONES'
FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER
FOREST PICTURE
FOSTER THE LIGHT
FROM LOVE'S FIRST FEVER TO HER PLAGUE
GHOST STORY
GOSSIPERS
GREEK PLAY IN A GARDEN
GRIEF AGO
GRIEF THIEF OF TIME
HAND THAT SIGNED THE PAPER
HAND THAT SIGNED THE PAPER FELLED A CITY
HERE IN THIS SPRING
HERE LIES THE BEASTS
HIGH ON A HILL
HOLD HARD, THESE ANCIENT MINUTES IN THE CUCKOO'S MONTH
HOLY SPRING
HOLY SPRING
HOW SHALL MY ANIMAL
HOW SOON THE SERVANT SUN
HUNCHBACK IN THE PARK
I DREAMED MY GENESIS
I FELLOWED SLEEP
I HAVE COME TO CATCH YOUR VOICE
I HAVE LONGED TO MOVE AWAY
I KNOW THIS VICIOUS MINUTE'S HOUR
I KNOW THIS VICIOUS MINUTE'S HOUR
I SEE THE BOYS OF SUMMER
I SEE THE BOYS OF SUMMER
I SEE THE BOYS OF SUMMER IN THEIR RUIN
I, IN MY INTRICATE IMAGE
I, THE FIRST NAMED
IDYLL OF UNFORGETFULNESS
IF I WERE TICKLED BY THE RUB OF LOVE
IF I WERE TICKLED BY THE RUB OF LOVE
IF MY HEAD HURT A HAIR'S FOOT
IN A SHUTTERED ROOM I ROAST
IN COUNTRY HEAVEN
IN COUNTRY SLEEP
IN DREAMS
IN MEMORY OF ANN JONES
IN MEMORY OF ANN JONES
IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART
IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART
IN THE BEGINNING
IN THE BEGINNING
IN THE WHITE GIANT'S THIGH
INCARNATE DEVIL
INTO HER LYING DOWN HEAD
IT IS THE SINNERS' DUST-TONGUED BELL
IT IS THE SINNERS' DUST-TONGUED BELL CLAPS ME TO CHURCHES
IT'S LIGHT THAT MAKES THE INTERVALS
IT'S NOT IN MISERY BUT IN OBLIVION
LAMENT
LAST NIGHT I DIVED MY BEGGAR ARM
LAST NIGHT I DIVED MY BEGGAR ARM
LET FOR ONE MOMENT A FAITH STATEMENT
LET IT BE KNOWN
LET ME ESCAPE
LETTER TO MY AUNT DISCUSSING THE CORRECT APPROACH TO
LIE STILL, SLEEP BECALMED
LIE STILL, SLEEP BECALMED
LIFT UP YOUR FACE
LIGHT BREAKS WHERE NO SUN SHINES
LIGHT BREAKS WHERE NO SUN SHINES
LIGHT, I KNOW, TREADS THE TEN MILLION STARS
LITTLE PROBLEM
LOVE IN THE ASYLUM
LOVE IN THE ASYLUM
MIDNIGHT ROAD
MISSING
MOLLS
MORNING, SPACE FOR LEDA
MY HERO BARES HIS NERVES
MY HERO BARES HIS NERVES
MY RIVER
MY WORLD IS PYRAMID
NATURAL DAY AND NIGHT
NEARLY SUMMER
NEOPHYTE, BAPTIZED IN SMILES
NEVER TO REACH THE OBLIVIOUS DARK
NEW QUAY
NO MAN BELIEVES
NO THOUGHT CAN TROUBLE MY UNWHOLESOME POSE
NO, PIGEON, I'M TOO WISE
NOT FOEVER SHALL THE LORD OF THE RED HAIL
NOT FROM THIS ANGER
NOW
NOW THE THIRST PARCHES LIP AND TONGUE
O CHATTERTON
O MAKE ME A MASK
OAK
OF ANY FLOWER
ON A WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
ON A WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
ON THE MARRIAGE OF A VIRGIN
ON THE MARRIAGE OF A VIRGIN
ON THE WORDS IN POETRY
ON THE WORDS IN POETRY
ONCE BELOW A TIME
ONCE IT WAS THE COLOUR OF SAYING
OUR EUNUCH DREAMS
OUR EUNUCH DREAMS
OUR EUNUCH DREAMS
OUT OF A WAR OF WITS
OUT OF THE PIT
OUT OF THE SIGHS
OVER SIR JOHN'S HILL
PAPER AND STICKS
PARACHUTIST
PILLAR BREAKS
PINE
PLOUGHMAN'S GONE
POEM
POEM
POEM
POEM
POEM FOR CAITLIN
POEM IN OCTOBER
POEM IN OCTOBER
POEM ON HIS BIRTHDAY
POET: 1935
PRAISE TO THE ARCHITECTS
PROCESS IN THE WEATHER OF THE HEART
PROSPECT OF THE SEA, SELS.
RAIN CUTS THE PLACE WE TREAD,
REFUSAL TO MOURN THE DEATH, BY FIRE, OF A CHILD IN LONDON
REQUEST TO LEDA
REQUEST TO LEDA
ROD CAN LIFT ITS TWINING HEAD
SAINT ABOUT TO FALL
SEE, SAYS THE LIME
SEED-AT-ZERO
SHALL GODS BE SAID TO THUMP THE CLOUDS
SHILOH'S SEED
SHOULD LANTERNS SHINE
SHUT, TOO, IN A TOWER OF WORDS, I MARK
SINCE, ON A QUIET NIGHT
SOMETIMES THE SKY'S TOO BRIGHT
SONG
SONG OF THE MISCHIEVOUS DOG
SPIRE CRANES
SUN BURNS THE MORNING
TAKE THE NEEDLES AND THE KNIVES
THE ALMANAC OF TIME
THE CONVERSATION OF PRAYER
THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER
THE HAND THAT SIGNED THE PAPER FELLED A CITY
THE HUNCHBACK IN THE PARK
THE SONG OF THE MISCHIEVOUS DOG
THE SPIRE CRANES
THE TOMBSTONE TOLD WHEN SHE DIED
THEIR FACES SHONE UNDER SOME RADIANCE
THEN WAS MY NEOPHYTE
THERE WAS A SAVIOUR
THERE WAS A SAVIOUR
THERE'S PLENTY IN THE WORLD
THEY ARE ONLY DEAD WHO DO NOT LOVE
THEY ARE THE ONLY DEAD WHO DID NOT LOVE
THIS BREAD I BREAK WAS ONCE THE OAT
THIS BREAD I BREAK WAS ONCE THE OAT
THIS IS REMEMBERED
THIS SIDE OF THE TRUTH
THROUGH THESE LASHED RINGS
TIME ENOUGH TO ROT
TO A SLENDER WIND
TO BE ENCOMPASSED BY THE BRILLIANT EARTH
TO FOLLOW THE FOX
TO OTHERS THAN YOU
TO THE SPRING-SPIRIT
TODAY, THIS INSECT
TOMBSTONE TOLD WHEN SHE DIED
TOO LONG, SKELETON
TRILOET
TWELVE
TWENTY-FOUR YEARS REMIND THE TEARS OF MY EYES
TWENTY-FOUR YEARS REMIND THE TEARS OF MY EYES
UNDER MILK WOOD, SELS.
UNLUCKILY FOR A DEATH
UPON YOUR HELD-OUT HAND
VISION AND PRAYER
VISION AND PRAYER
WALKING IN THE GARDENS
WAS THERE A TIME
WE HAVE THE FAIRY TALES BY HEART
WE LYING BY SEASAND
WE LYING BY SEASAND
WE SEE RISE THE SECRET WIND
WE WHO ARE YOUNG ARE OLD'
WE WILL BE CONSCIOUS OF OUR SANCTITY
WHEN ALL MY FIVE AND COUNTRY SENSES SEE
WHEN ALL MY FIVE AND COUNTRY SENSES SEE
WHEN ALL MY FIVE AND COUNTRY SENSES SEE
WHEN I WOKE
WHEN ONCE THE TWILIGHT LOCKS NO LONGER
WHEN YOU HAVE GROUND SUCH BEAUTY DOWN TO DUST
WHEN YOUR FURIOUS MOTION
WHEN, LIKE A RUNNING GRAVE
WHERE ONCE THE WATERS OF YOUR FACE
WHY EAST WIND CHILLS
WINTER'S TALE
WITH WINDMILLS TURNING WRONG DIRECTIONS
WOMAN ON TAPESTRY
WOMAN SPEAKS
WRITTEN FOR A PERSONAL EPITAPH
WRITTEN FOR A PERSONAL EPITAPH
YOU ARE THE RULER OF THIS REALM OF FLESH
YOUR PAIN SHALL BE A MUSIC
YOUTH CALLS TO AGE
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