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Davie, Donald    Poet's Biography
415 poems available by this author


1945'       
First Line: A string of the scarlet rubies of ceylon
Last Line: Unopened in years has suddenly brought to mind: %a string of the small pale small rubies of ceylon


ABBEYFORDE'       
First Line: Thirty years unremembered
Last Line: As if in that tender and sad %light your face were illumined


ACROSS THE BAY       
First Line: A queer thing about those waters: there are no
Last Line: We could stand the world if it were hard all over


ADMIRAL TO HIS LADY       
First Line: With you to bideford
Last Line: You have, of all eve's daughters, %the least to learn!


ADVENT       
First Line: Some I perceive, content
Last Line: One whose need meets his %prevents him everywhere


AFTER AN ACCIDENT       
First Line: Smashed, and brought up against
Last Line: You had to nearly die %for me to know I lived


AFTER THE CALAMITOUS CONVOY (JULY 1942)       
First Line: An island cast %its shadow across
Last Line: Stable terrain %that arctic one


AFTER THE MATCH       
First Line: Hardly a one but here he is improved


AGAINST CONFIDENCES       
First Line: Loose liops now, %callcandour friend
Last Line: These mouths that now %divulge, divulge


AGAVE IN THE WIND       
First Line: I like the sidewalks of an american city
Last Line: Barber my verses, pitiless vivid city


ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE; FOR KENNETH MILLAR (ROSS MACDONALD)       
First Line: It is said that he laughs at himself
Last Line: Those days won't come again
Subject(s): Alzheimer's Disease; Macdonald, Ross (1915-1983)


AMAZONIAN       
First Line: Riparian origins - did you know
Last Line: As it might be in hemingford abbotts %beside the sliding ouse


AMONG ARTISAN'S HOUSES       
First Line: High above plymouth, not so high
Last Line: By which historians may fix %the mortal shape of politics


AND OUR ETERNAL HOME'       
First Line: Time like an ever-rolling stream
Last Line: An illusion - and blissful at that, %if you can face it squarely


ANGLICAN LADY; IN MEMORIAM MARGARET HINE       
First Line: Flattered at having no %less an authority that richard hooke
Last Line: And hooker's and your own, your decorous, god!


APPARITION       
First Line: Gina, I saw you walk
Last Line: Crumble in eritrea, %dear wraith, raped by apollo


ARS POETICA; IN MEMORIAM MICHAEL AYRTON, SCULPTOR       
First Line: Walk quietly around in %a space cleared for the purpose
Last Line: Cheap chablis at his elbow


ARTICULACY. HINTS FROM THE KORAN       
First Line: First lesson: don't %get ahead of yourself, don't gabble
Last Line: The act of reciting, however, %generates faith, done rightly


ARTIFEX IN EXTREMIS; IN MEMORIAM HOWARD WARSHAW       
First Line: Let him rehearse the gifts reserved for age
Last Line: Into myself tomorrow - which one thumbs %the bedside button,and no woman comes?


ASPIRANT       
First Line: Buy exposure if you choose


AT KNARESBOROUGH       
First Line: Broad acres, sir.' you hear them in my talk
Last Line: Surprised the poet too. But there it is, the heart is not to be solicited


AT THE CAFE PARNASSE; FOR TURNER CASSITY       
First Line: Sealed in the cocoon
Last Line: His own blue smoke aspiring and dispersing


AT THE CRADLE OF GENIUS       
First Line: Not the least enviable of your many gifts
Last Line: Some have enjoyed what here I deny to you, %a self-betrayal not betrayed in art


AT THE SYNOD IN ST. PATRICK'S       
First Line: This head meant to be massive and therefore
Last Line: Learn why such light should sadden as it charms
Subject(s): Churches


ATTAR OF ROSES       
First Line: The mind (the soul) is not
Last Line: Which is not a box, but a main %sweet-smelling part of what the box encloses


AUBADE       
First Line: I wish for you that when you wake %you emulate the leaf and
Last Line: A boat that dances on the wave, %a whip that tingles in the day


AUTUMN IMAGINED       
First Line: The shuffle and shudder of autumn
Last Line: When it trembled at autumn's hue %on our wedding night


BACK OF AFFLUENCE       
First Line: That time of the early year
Last Line: Fanned across, splayed over %with a serene springing


BARNSLEY AND DISTRICT       
First Line: Judy sugden! Judy, I made you caper
Last Line: Seam crops out in prospects felt as deeply %as any of these,with as much or as little reason


BARNSLEY, 1966       
First Line: Wind-claps of soot and snow
Last Line: Chapped lips smiling at hurt, %eyes running with dirty tears


BATTERED WIFE       
First Line: She thinks she was hurt this summer
Last Line: Prodigy and plague, and hopeless love


BATTLEFIELD       
First Line: Red mills and farms clumped soothingly here and there
Last Line: Was a peeling village with the curious name, %victory, and fast traffic passing through


BEDFORDSHIRE       
First Line: Bunyan, of course. But potton it was, or sandy
Last Line: Our swords for calvin and the winter queen, %the ancient frail collaborating marshal!


BEHIND THE NORTH WIND       
First Line: Envisage it: the atlantic
Last Line: Even the front up there %had never moved in years


BEING ANGRY WITH GOD       
First Line: Anger, yes. But god is god,' %the impious pakistani
Last Line: So is the poetry; so %(unless it is temempered) the judgement


BELFAST ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON       
First Line: Visiting belfast at the end of june
Last Line: Yet I remembered with a sudden scorn %those 'passionate intensities' of yeats


BENEDICTUS       
First Line: Importunately %inopportune
Last Line: Modern %so long!


BENT       
First Line: Thinking how it is %too late to undertake
Last Line: In an alternative cosmos %I do not envy them


BENT BACK AND UPWARDS, OVER       


BERKSHIRE; FOR MICHAEL HAMBURGER       
First Line: Don't care for it
Last Line: Past the tain-window and announces reading, %I keep my head down


BLACK HOYDEN       
First Line: Mary jane, she's after me


BLANK OF THE WALL; AFTER ST-J. PERSE       
First Line: The blank of the wall is over against you; which
Last Line: The need is lived with, that this answers to


BOLYAI, THE GEOMETER       
First Line: Arthur allen, when he lived
Last Line: Approaching comber, rolling inside out, %a roof of cream moves back through a mounting wall


BOUGAINVILLE       
First Line: All the soft runs of it, the tin-white gashes
Last Line: A paradox of noble savages %has met no need more urgent than to scoff


BOWING THE HEAD       
First Line: Importunate for attention
Last Line: Getting down on your knees, %remember it all your days


BRANTOME       
First Line: Burly, provincial france
Last Line: May be accepted, not %pounced on and misapplied


BREAK; AFTER PASTERNAK       
First Line: Break it off? Listen! We have left a jagged edge
Last Line: The narque in the ice is fixed, the bright privation grips


BRIDE OF REASON       
First Line: Pragmatical old capulet, the head
Last Line: She loves the truth he thought she must deny, %her lyric to the music of his reason


BRILLIANCE       
First Line: Some virtue in %the ultimate
Last Line: Brilliance is his preferred %supernatural way of moving


BUCKINGHAMSHIRE       
First Line: A thin green salient aimed at the heart of london
Last Line: An old white inn by a copse-side yawns and stretches


BY THE ROAD TO UPPER MIDHOPE       
First Line: Tares make the corn to grow
Last Line: The sweetest hours that e'er I spent %were spent amang the lassies o


CAMBRIDGESHIRE       
First Line: Housman came, savage recluse
Last Line: Tuneless, he growls from caius %in his despair


CANNIBALS       
First Line: As if to take in ocean %through a needle's eye
Last Line: Ram's horn of unvarying plenty!


CATULLUS ON FRIENDSHIP       
First Line: It must make a great difference, having friends
Last Line: Mean to say is I can't sing of speak %when friends and kindred can be sold downriver


CHERRY RIPE; ON A PAINTING BY JAN GRIS       
First Line: No ripening curve can be allowed to sag
Last Line: Too near to oozing to be handled well: %ripe, ripe, they cry, and perish in my heart


CHESHIRE       
First Line: A lift to the spirit, when everything fell into place!
Last Line: How it can bleakly solace. And that's true


CHRISTENING       
First Line: What we do best is breed
Last Line: What we do best is breed


CHRISTIAN HERO (J.H. LEFROY, CANADA, 1843-44)       
First Line: Not the action of rowing
Last Line: Would save the cree for christ


CHRISTMAS SYLLABICS FOR A WIFE       
First Line: When I think of you %dying before or
Last Line: So be %from now on greedy


CHURCH MILITANT       
First Line: In the day of the mustering of thine army
Last Line: They were insincere or deluded


CHURCH OF IRELAND; FOR BARBARA HAYLEY       
First Line: Status indeed and protocol I pay
Last Line: Full of phrase I need when I think of us %rain-dashed, in sligo, walking to church together


COLD SPRING IN ESSEX       
First Line: Small boy in a black hat walks among streaky shadows
Last Line: Oblique to the grey-green tree-trunks and the grasses, %all over my illimitable future


COMFORTER       
First Line: St. Patrick bound unto himself
Last Line: His strangeness for the comfort %of those not at home in the grid


COMMODORE BARRY       
First Line: When owen roe %o'sullivan sang ho
Last Line: Butters no parsnips, brails %no sail on a ship of the line


COMPLINE       
First Line: Now I lay me down to sleep
Subject(s): Religion


CONDITIONED AIR       
First Line: A wind I know blows dirt
Last Line: In its dispersed and shaking service. My %storm-window's foggy polythene claps and billows


CONDITIONED AIR       
First Line: A wind I know blows dirt
Last Line: Storm-window's foggy polythene claps and billows


CORNWALL (TREASURE ISLAND)       
First Line: Cornwall, the unreality
Last Line: Black patches on both eyes


CORRIB. AN EMBLEM       
First Line: Hairless and worse than leathery, the skin
Last Line: A nymph tok root, and here and there a laurel


COUNTY DURHAM       
First Line: Driving up from tees-side
Last Line: My lord, your lord of misrule %ruled, and rules, in goldthorpe


CREATUER DAVID       
First Line: The disposings of the heart in man
Last Line: Upon the harp


CREON       
First Line: Creon, I think, could never kill a mouse
Last Line: The will that is subject, not overthrown, %is humbled by some power not its own


CUMBERLAND       
First Line: I tend to suppose the part I know least %of england is the n
Last Line: I know you least, or best?


CURTAINS!       
First Line: The lord is king, be the people
Last Line: Show that he is there %for ever, as they are not


CYPRESS AVENUE       
First Line: My companion kept exclaiming %at fugitive aromas
Last Line: They opened up, although to %only a coarsened ear


DANCING MEASURES       
First Line: Noah drunken, taking %his daughters in bed; a common
Last Line: Shakes free and runs loose, if the dancer's %executive will dispose it, to high meadows


DAVID DANCING       
First Line: Infrequently, dreams are heavenly
Last Line: But exceptionally wakeful %in a recurrent morning


DEATH IN THE WEST       
First Line: May's, whose mouth was %open under the gauze
Last Line: By so much seaside watching %to know him for ulysses


DEATH OF A PAINTER; IN MEMORIAM WILLIAM PARTRIDGE       
First Line: Behind the grid, the radiant
Last Line: To a divine distorter %these lines that you occasion


DEATH OF A VOICE; AFTER PASTERNAK AND TO HIM       
First Line: Here is its mark left, thumbnail of enigma
Last Line: Sharply. I quail. You, bone of their contentment!


DEMI-EXILE. HOWTH       
First Line: Daisy and dandelion, speedwell, daffodil
Last Line: Pluck the shadow and not the substance, %grasp no nettle of circumstance


DEMOCRATS       
First Line: Four close but several trees, each green, none equal
Last Line: Of the leveller tarquin trembles, and advances


DEPARTED       
First Line: They see his face!
Last Line: Spokes that reach even to us, %pinned as we are to the rim


DEPRAVITY; TWO SERMONS: 1. AMERICANS: FOR THEIR BICENTENNIAL       
First Line: The best, who could, went back - because they nursed
Last Line: What ought to be


DEPRAVITY; TWO SERMONS: 2. ST. PAUL'S REVISITED       
First Line: Anger, a white wing? No, a hoopoe's wing
Last Line: Oh patriotic and indignant bird!


DERBYSHIRE       
First Line: We never made it. Time and time again
Last Line: With belvederes at intervals. I swelled %my little chest disdainfully, I 'rebelled!'


DERBYSHIRE TURF       
First Line: That, true to the contours which round it
Last Line: At the rock which lies under their joy's %elusiveness


DEVIL ON ICE       
First Line: Called out on christmas eve for a working-party
Last Line: But his antagonist, %hisses and walks on ice, as long ago


DEVONSHIRE       
First Line: Discharged upon the body of the world %drake, hawkins, all t
Last Line: This is the freedom that you sailed from shore %to save us for?


DISSENTIENT VOICE: 1. A BAPTIST CHILDHOOD       
First Line: When some were happy as the grass was green
Last Line: Arcadia's floor is not so firmly fixed %but it must tremble to a pastor's tread


DISSENTIENT VOICE: 2. DISSENT. A FABLE       
First Line: When bradbury sang, 'the roast beef of old england'
Last Line: And beastly pastors kept true shepherds out %while pike and barracuda fished for men


DISSENTIENT VOICE: 3. PORTRAIT OF ARTIST AS FARMYARD FOWL       
First Line: Pluming himself upon a sense of sin
Last Line: And seem at last not even tasteful but %a ruffled hen too apt to squawk


DISSENTIENT VOICE: 4. A GATHERED CHURCH       
First Line: In memoriam a.E.D. Ob. 1919 %deacon, you are to recognize in
Last Line: Disseminated quite at large to bless %the waste, suberb profusion of the spheres


DORSET       
First Line: John fowle's book, the french lieutenant's woman
Last Line: O golden age! Bee-mouth, and honeyed singer!


DREAM FOREST       
First Line: These I have set up
Last Line: When will a grove grow over %this mile upon mile of moor?


DUBLIN GEORGIAN       
First Line: A room designed by orrery receives
Last Line: His walls distend, the cornice is in motion ... %oliver goldsmith! Samson heaves the floor


DUBLIN GEORGIAN (2)       
First Line: A thin brown orphan in his washed-out blue
Last Line: He held forth to me how the artist's duty %is mutiny, evasion, and retreat


DUDWOOD       
First Line: The roads getting emptier, air in a steadily purer
Last Line: That very first morning - all ardent and plumed, all cockaded %with spring abandonments, lost now, b


DULE OF A DEWSBURY MATRON       
First Line: Why should we - defer - our joys?
Last Line: O whistle and I'll come to thee


EDEN       
First Line: Adam had found what was not his to seek
Last Line: Of natural wants that, once met, fell away, %chill in the evenings, gratefully exhausted


EIGHT YEARS AFTER       
First Line: If distance lends enchantment to the view
Last Line: A thought once entertained is never strange, %but who forgets the 'face beyond the pale?'


ELECT; BATTLE OF BRITAIN SUNDAY, RAF GATOW, BERLIN       
First Line: In the conventicles %stone-built or notional
Last Line: Born of a happiness in %the ghetto of the elect?


EMIGRANT, TO THE RECEDING SHORE; FOR SHADE OF HERBERT READ       
First Line: The weather of living in an island
Last Line: Spill acorns on pitcairn island. %and all of this is over


ENGLAND       
First Line: Eight hours between us, eight
Last Line: Indigenous british sea %starwort or michaelmas daisy


ENGLISH REVENANT       
First Line: From easterly crepuscular arrivals
Last Line: It is a laurel we are looking for,%or bounty of the horn we thought to fill


ENLIGHTENMENT COMES, IT FALLS       


EPISTLE. TO ENRIQUE CARACCIOLO TREJO (ESSEX)       
First Line: A shrunken world
Last Line: A people whose constricted idiom %cannot embrace the poets you thought to bring them


EQUESTRIAN SESTINA       
First Line: Horse, our poor creature, we treat as if elemental
Last Line: To a sorry awe. Call it the flower of norman %or saracen chivalry, this was a noble attachment


ESSEX       
First Line: Names and things named don't match
Last Line: Who have unfinished business %there, with my own failures


EVANGELIST       
First Line: My brethren ...' and a bland, elastic smile
Last Line: To be inspired, the vice in it is this: %each does us credit, and we know it too


EVENING ON THE BOYNE       
First Line: The boyne at navan swam in light
Last Line: A god's, a man's, a swan's, and - yes, %the very flags were iris-eyed!


EXCEPT THE LORD BUILD THE HOUSE       
First Line: A song of the degrees
Last Line: It is an ardous duty. %eblis was hard, not zion


EXPECTING SILENCE       
First Line: Whatever is said to be so
Last Line: Much about who we are, %nothing about the future


EZRA POUND IN PISA       
First Line: Excellence is sparse
Last Line: As sun and shade move around


FARE THEE WELL       
First Line: Bideford! Nothing will do
Last Line: This easy rehearsal: that when %the time comes, we be equipped


FATHER, THE CAVALIER       
First Line: I have a photograph here
Last Line: Of your white steed - all these %years, unnoticed mostly


FEEDERS       
First Line: Among the servicable mills and
Last Line: The hateful, insatiable feeder, %art; and the rest, play-acting


FELICITY'S FOURTH ORDER       
First Line: Men of business, of pleasure
Last Line: They understand the rest that they enjoy


FOLIATE CAPITAL: ALL       


FOR AN AGE OF PLASTICS PLYMOUTH       
First Line: With the effect as of carving, almost, the hillside
Last Line: He seemed to think, to what a man was, once: %something to b


FOR DOREEN. A VOICE FROM THE GARDEN       
First Line: We have a lawn of moss
Last Line: Offence at our poisoned land %and the gardens that pock her face


FORESTS OF LITHUANIA, SELS.       
First Line: But this, so feminine?
Last Line: Cry as of a child %no one ...


FOUNTAIN       
First Line: Feathers up fast, and steeples; then in clods
Last Line: We ask of fountains only that they play, %though that was not what berkeley meant at all
Subject(s): Berkeley, George (1685-1753); Fountains


FOUNTAIN OF ARETHUSA       
First Line: A boy turned to a newt!
Last Line: Warm honesties of makeshift %transvalue syracuse


FOUNTAIN OF CYANE       
First Line: Her father's brother rapes her?
Last Line: Therein what might suffuse %our lives with happiness


FROM THE NEW WORLD; FOR PAUL RUSSELL-GEBBETT       
First Line: Old glory at halfmast %for adlai stevenson
Last Line: Heavens, the new is new %still, to us quizzical monsters


FRONTENAC       
First Line: Hearing from some how the sierra answers
Last Line: Birch-pole isosceles in a glad of hemlocks, %drank deafening whiskey in a written treaty


G.M.B. (10.7.77)       
First Line: Old oak, old timber, sunk and rooted
Last Line: And yet the truth is, fail we must %and be forgiven


GARDEN PARTY       
First Line: Above a stretch of still unravaged weald
Last Line: There is that sort of equalizing rule; %but theirs is all the youth we might have had


GARDENS NO EMBLEMS       
First Line: Man with a scythe: the torrent of his swing
Last Line: Say, light proceeding edgewise, like a sword


GARLAND FOR IVOR GURNEY       
First Line: God be praised that made %gloucestershire -' the fool!
Last Line: On drifting veil of rain, %and service not rewarded


GARLAND FOR RONSARD       
First Line: Green eyes from under cornsheaf curls
Last Line: From her, no favours. Cut the suffering: %as well be dead as carry on like this


GEMONA-DEL-FRIULI, 1961-1976       
First Line: We have written to giulia, saying
Last Line: At whose hand this chastisement?


GLOUCESTERSHIRE       
First Line: Not architecture, not %(good heavens!) city-planning
Last Line: Adopting as its tribal %metropolis chipping camden


GOD SAVES THE KING       
First Line: To the chief chanters
Last Line: Religious faith; that is, %light sparseness, unconcern


GOING TO ITALY       
First Line: Though painters sat italian light does well
Last Line: Thus with the crispness of their follow-through, %I'd think


GOLD OF DETAILS; AFTER PASTERNAK       
First Line: Come rain down words as does
Last Line: But life is, as the autumn's %hush is, a minuteness


GRACE IN THE FORE STREET; FOR ROY GOTTFRIED       
First Line: You saw the sunlight ripen upon the wall
Last Line: Unearned composures have been know to enter %a place of unfirm purpose and fleet shadows


GRAZIA DELEDDA, YOUNG       
First Line: How funny, she beat him, she
Last Line: We are all of us aching to utter %more than we can say


GREEN RIVER       
First Line: Green silk, or a shot silk, blue
Last Line: This water is passing by! %it arrives, and it is leaving!
Subject(s): Rivers


GRIPPING SERIAL       
First Line: Man fought against beasts, and won
Last Line: And there's the end of the series


GRUDGING RESPECT       
First Line: As when a ruined face
Last Line: Not just better than none %at all, but sweeter than any


H.D.       
First Line: This lady was danger, this %lady was no lady
Last Line: Havelock ellis %like a colossus


HAMPSHIRE       
First Line: Our argute voices vied among the bracken'
Last Line: Verses and books, 'argute' and camelot. %I could correct that hampshire, but shall not


HARDNESS OF LIGHT       
First Line: Via portello,' I wrote
Last Line: With age. It neither solves %nor even simplifies


HARROW       
First Line: Unimaginable beings - %our own dead friends, the dead
Last Line: Quicken and in moer %than our stale memories stir


HAVING NO EAR       
First Line: Having no ear, I hear %and do not hear the piano-tuner ping
Last Line: Think paradise by other light than day %sparkled in taylor'seye?


HAWKSHEAD AND DACHAU IN A CHRISTMAS GLASS       
First Line: At home with my infirmities I fare
Last Line: Where cotton-wool can simulate the snow %and coloured bulbs make bethlehem a show


HEARING RUSSIAN SPOKEN       
First Line: Unsettled again and hearing russian spoken
Last Line: And, disenchanted, I'm enamoured yet


HEARING RUSSIAN SPOKEN       
First Line: Unsettled again and hearing russian spoken
Last Line: And, disenchanted, I'm enamoured yet


HEART BEATS       
First Line: If music be the muses' paragon
Last Line: Beating to parley in a school of drums: %'I plot the passions, and endure them too'


HEIGH-HO ON A WINTER AFTERNOON       
First Line: There is a heigh-ho in these glowing coals
Last Line: The bird will call at longer intervals


HELENA MORLEY       
First Line: In winter in diamantina %(which is brazil)
Last Line: If all time is to spare, %waiting for resurrection


HERE, LEFT ALONE AMONG       


HEREFORDSHIRE       
First Line: At hay, or near it, 1944
Last Line: The black mountains menacing our acres


HERMES AND MR. SHAW       
First Line: The narrow backyard garden


HERTFORDSHIRE       
First Line: Was it, I wondered, some freak
Last Line: That, suddenly dying, we leave %our friends with something to say


HILL FIELD       
First Line: Look, there! What a wheaten
Last Line: And the miller comes with an easel %to grind the fruits of earth


HIS THEMES (AFTER READING EDMOND JABES)       
First Line: His themes? Ah yes he had themes
Last Line: We paid them no attention


HOMAGE TO GEORGE WHITEFIELD (1714-1770)       
First Line: Born at 'the bell' in gloucester
Last Line: In vain for such a pirate: %bluebeard evangelist!


HOMAGE TO JOHN L. STEPHENS       
First Line: There has to be a hero who is not %a predator but south
Last Line: Uncoverer of the maya, john l. Stephens, %blest after all those beaks and prows and horses


HOMAGE TO WILLIAM COWPER       
First Line: Mrs. Throckmorton's bull-finch sang a song
Last Line: Which was a cage, and still was no defence: %for horror stars, like charity, at home


HORAW CANONICAE       
First Line: New every morning is the love
Last Line: You are my own, you are? My own! My own?
Variant Title(s): Prim
Subject(s): Religion


HORNET       
First Line: In lilac trained on the colonnade's archway, what
Last Line: There no sun strides in a rapid creak of cicadas %and the green mould stains before the mortar is dr


HOT HANDS       
First Line: Warm hands, cold heart,' they say; and vice-versa
Last Line: The text of the world as they will, they are mistaken. %I ama brand you quench


HOUSE-MARTIN       
First Line: I see the low black wherry
Last Line: With martins under its eaves, %that cracks and sags in the weather


HOUSEKEEPING       
First Line: From thirty years back my grandmother with us boys
Last Line: Ask to be plucked, and attar pleases the rose. %contentment cries from the distance. How it carries!


HUMANLY SPEAKING       
First Line: After two months, already
Last Line: Who has ventured on new feeling ... %for me misgivings linger


HUNTINGDONSHIRE       
First Line: Italian prisoners of war still haunted
Last Line: That simois and mincio, like ouse, %sucked down his garden-wall


HYPHENS       
First Line: You remember rossignano %solvay, impossible hybrid
Last Line: For a coining of new compounds: %firm-transient, chemical-civic


HYPOCHONDRIAC LOGIC       
First Line: Appendictis is his worst %obsession, mordant from the first
Last Line: Unless inside a frightened mind, %which may be dazzled, but not blind


I HAVE SAID, YE ARE GODS       
First Line: And so you might have been
Last Line: And ye princes shall fall as one of the common sort


IDYLL; AFTER GIORGIO BASSANI       
First Line: As a horn of the high moon veers in clear skies over main st
Last Line: Call down to the door the maids from their odorous beds, %shine in the wine, light rapturous eyes in


IF I TAKE THE WINGS OF THE MORNINGS       
First Line: Taking off at dawn %to circle ultima thule
Last Line: And how he tempers our exile %with an undeserving planting of willows


IMPLACABLE! ALAS       


IN CALIFORNIA       
First Line: Chemicals ripen the citrus
Subject(s): California


IN CHOPIN'S GARDEN       
First Line: I remember the scarlet setts
Last Line: Faces stained with the sky, %supple and fluid as trees


IN THE STOPPING TRAIN       
First Line: I have got into the slow train
Last Line: He knew too few in love


INDITING A GOOD MATTER       
First Line: I find nothing to say, %I am heavy as lead
Last Line: Admit to your rock %this ready, this shriven, soul.'


INTERVALS IN A BUSY LIFE       
First Line: Room for manoeuvre,' I say
Last Line: Without propriety %itself is reverential


IOWA       
First Line: The blanched tree livid behind
Last Line: Is a man of my colour, sick, %falling down in the snow
Subject(s): Iowa


IRONIST       
First Line: Sacred? Or sacrosanct?
Last Line: As on the best we can do


JACOB'S LADDER       
First Line: It was agreed we would not nount by those
Last Line: Where the breathing gets so difficult, and the will %kicks back the ground it tries to rise above


JANUARY       
First Line: Arable acres heave
Last Line: The sokens, thorpe and kirby, stands %a bare epiphany


JESUITS       
First Line: Cure and pastor, dead at the one time
Last Line: Dwells in huron lodegs %outwits the iroquois


JULY, 1964       
First Line: I smell a smell of death
Last Line: Wrote in a review %my emotional life was meagre


JUST YOU WAIT'       
First Line: To justify god's ways
Last Line: It shall not be my affair until it comes


KENT       
First Line: Chatham was my depot
Last Line: Sonn after, in e-boat alley


KILLALA       
First Line: Forlorn indeed hope on these shores
Last Line: But a being only, able for life and action, %the same it was some time ago, in france


KINGSHIP       
First Line: It would have been because %they smelled so bad
Last Line: Enhthroned in majesty %'no sweat'


LADY COCHRANE; BEFORE THE HOUSE OF LORDS, 24 JULY 1862       
First Line: That honoured name! %hero of a hundred fights!
Last Line: I would do it again ... ' the voice defensive and defiant


LANCASHIRE       
First Line: My father was nborn in horton
Last Line: But I pray you, remember my father - %the fault's inherited


LASALLE       
First Line: Of this aspiring burgher who disdained
Last Line: Whirled on the miry vortex of his need, %the light canoes of indian nations foundered


LATE ANNIVERSARY       
First Line: Constant the waterman %skims the red water
Last Line: It is what she would wish, %you have to think


LEICESTERSHIRE       
First Line: From a view to kill in pursuit
Last Line: Baddeley afforded %several views of yeats


LETTER TO CURTIS BRADFORD       
First Line: Curtis, you've been american too long
Last Line: Spirit of mid-america, but this, %the manifested copiousness, the bounties


LEVITY       
First Line: What is man that you should weigh
Last Line: For there he is, steadily weighing %your airy, your weightiest, saying


LIFE ENCOMPASSED       
First Line: How often have I said, %'this will never do'
Last Line: As not to my purpose, not %unknown, just unexamined


LIFE OF SERVICE       
First Line: Service, or latin sorbus, european
Last Line: All saner growth abhors it, and the bays %wither, affronted,in the poisoned plot
Subject(s): Shadbush


LILY AT NOON       
First Line: Deep-sea frost, and
Last Line: To freeze, to cup, to retard - %these measures terror takes


LIMITED ACHIEVEMENTS (PIRANESI, PRISONS, PLATE VI)       
First Line: Seeing his stale vocabulary build
Last Line: Which, when unfailing, fails him most, perhaps


LINCOLNSHIRE; FOR KATHLEEN WILSON       
First Line: Simpering sideways under a picture-hat %gainsborough lady, e
Last Line: As not in grimy gainsborough or scunthorpe


LIVERPOOL EPISTLE; TO J.A. STEERS       
First Line: Alfred, this couple here
Last Line: The warmth of our children's household %for the time being persuades me


LIVINGSHAYES (A TRADITION OF SILVERTON, DEVON)       
First Line: Live-in-ease', and then to wash
Last Line: Living it up and easy needs %him hung and bleeding still


LOOKING OUT FROM FERRARA; AFTER GIORGIO BASSANI       
First Line: It needs there to be no one
Last Line: Warm in the wagons the dusky %grasses, the acrid poppies


LOVE AND THE TIMES       
First Line: A knowledge of history fetches %love out of its recesses
Last Line: We have no hope for the short run %that times can turn out so


LOVE-POEMS: FOR MAIRI MACINNNES       
First Line: All these love poems ... !
Last Line: Still dazzled in the roasted glade, %astounded after long days in the forest


LOW LANDS       
First Line: I could not live here, though I must and do
Last Line: I imagine a hillborn sculptor suddenly thinking %one could live well in a country short of stone


MACHINERIES OF SHAME       
First Line: Decaying teeth, before they start to ache
Last Line: And jumping nerves can make a conscience twitch


MAMERTINUS ON RHETORIC, A.D. 291       
First Line: Personae seek provisional assent
Last Line: The roman style, however, can afford %to think seven hills an all-sufficient ramp


MANDELSTAM'S HOPE FOR THE BEST: 1. THE CASE AGAINST       
First Line: Stout and well-knit in fact
Last Line: To broad parnassian fields %under enamelled blue


MANDELSTAM'S HOPE FOR THE BEST: 2. SON OF ISAAC       
First Line: Ram caught in stalin's thicket!
Last Line: Saved by dying for, %will not be reconciled


MANDELSTAM'S HOPE FOR THE BEST: 3. HOPE NOT ABANDONED       
First Line: Hope so abstracted as
Last Line: Are, and therefore our hopes, %metaphysical, like our terrors


MANDELSTAM'S HOPE FOR THE BEST: 4. SONNET       
First Line: As massive and dispensable as sculpture
Last Line: Indeterminately shapely in %helix on nebulous helix, not to be netted


MANDELSTAM'S HOPE FOR THE BEST: 5. OF HIS ARMENIA       
First Line: Self-aggrandizing to say, and yet it is true
Last Line: Before I learn from him and in part for myself %the god-given mercy and warmth of terra-cotta


MANDELSTAM, ON DANTE       
First Line: Russian jew, for you %to re-think dante, dissolve
Last Line: As well say: galilean


MASTER & MAN       
First Line: Chaste and kind - 'a pattern'
Last Line: And as the early dew it goeth away, %milord


MEASURED TREAD; FOR KENNETH MILLAR DEAD       
First Line: Walking about the emptied house I
Last Line: Such pacings of things seems all there is, sometimes, of wisdom


MEETING OF CULTURES       
First Line: Iced with a vanilla
Last Line: Russian shades out of old slow novels, %lengthened the afternoon
Subject(s): Travel


METALS       
First Line: Behind the hills, from the city of an etruscan gateway
Last Line: The bowels of earth are of an unearthly weirdness


METEOROLOGIST, SEPTEMBER       
First Line: We shall break out
Last Line: And snow out of nowhere, suddenly


METHOD. FOR RONALD GASKELL       
First Line: For such a theme (atrocities) you find
Last Line: An even tenor's sensitive to shock, %and stains spread furthest where the floor's not cracked


MIDDLESEX       
First Line: Germans, she said, were sometimes independent
Last Line: Thus, home she said was middlesex, though wembley %I should have named, indifferently, as 'london'
Subject(s): Middlesex, England


MONMOUTHSHIRE       
First Line: The colonist's 'they' that needs no antecedent
Last Line: To gossip with old comrades of cawnpore


MONTCALM       
First Line: In candiac by nimes in languedoc
Last Line: The public lives, the private, kent, quebec, %and candiac by nimes in languedoc


MORNING       
First Line: Rose late: the jarring and whining
Last Line: And that mob of ideas? Don't knock them. The sick pell-mell %goes by the handsome olympian name of r


MOTHER       
First Line: Taxis were beyond us
Last Line: There are who die, like her, %puzzled, their wits astray


MR. SHARP IN FLORENCE       
First Line: Americans are innocents abroad
Last Line: Saw a sharp move, and could not see it well %yet did not challenge, but himself cried, 'friend'


MUSHROOM GATHERERS; AFTER MICKIEWICZ       
First Line: Strange walkers! See their processional
Last Line: Who would have thought these shades our lively friends? %surely these acres are elysian fields


MUSTERED INTO THE AVANT-GARDE       
First Line: I am supposed to apologize
Last Line: A coterie at racedown: %coleridge and southey! Wordsworth!


MY FATHER'S HONOUR       
First Line: Dim in the glimmering room
Last Line: Indulgent now, as if %in honour bound


NASHVILLE MORNINGS       
First Line: Saint cecilia: %between
Last Line: Irks on nashville mornings


NEW YEAR WISHES FOR THE ENGLISH       
First Line: Beware the ball-point lens
Last Line: Would wish you if he could, %but the most he dares to hope for


NEW YORK IN AUGUST; AFTER PASTERNAK       
First Line: There came, for lack of sleep
Last Line: For thunder, a break in the weather


NINETEEN-SEVENTEEN       
First Line: A glass in a liverpool drawing room cracked across
Last Line: She smiled farewell to all their startled faces %and steadily outstripped the telegram


NO EPITAPH       
First Line: No moss nor mottle stains
Last Line: To raise a headstone for %you I have carved on air


NONCONFORMIST       
First Line: X, whom society's most mild command
Last Line: When to conform is easy, to dissent; %and when it is most difficult, conform?


NORFOLK       
First Line: An arbitrary roll-call %of worthies: nelson, paine
Last Line: Aspect of genius, arcing %from corsica or norfolk?


NORTH & SOUTH; FOR EMILY GROSHOLZ, WHO ASKED ABOUT METRE       
First Line: Emily, you were sick %of artic computations
Last Line: In skies over the orkneys


NORTH DUBLIN       
First Line: St. George's, hardwicke street
Last Line: The charming fanlight in this charming slum %by their lights, rightly


NORTH SEA       
First Line: North sea, protestant sea
Last Line: The vast polyp rising and beckoning, %christ, grey-green, deep in the sea off friesland


NORTH SEA, IN A SNOWSTORM       
First Line: Dark ages, calm and merry
Last Line: Transparencies, and shivers of running greens!


NORTHAMPTONSHIRE       
First Line: King's cliffe, in the evening: that northampton stone
Last Line: Some leading questions must be answered soon, %lead where they will, scared schoolboy, where they wi


NORTHERN METRES; FOR TONY HARRISON IN FLORIDA       
First Line: Your grandad worked the signals %at haworth, mine at horton
Last Line: How plant it, how impart it?


NORTHUMBERLAND       
First Line: Johnson's pentameters, nailed by the solid ictus
Last Line: The laboured mole dilapidates, surmounted %by barrel-chests,aegean or cymric


NOSEGAY       
First Line: The roses of irony blossom
Last Line: What god and what men you malign!


NOTTINGHAMSHIRE       
First Line: Rosebay willow herb pushing
Last Line: Of all the flowers %she taught me, one I remember


OAK OPENINGS       
First Line: That 'I have' poem
Last Line: Inexhaustibly, an exhausted %wavering trudge, the explorer's


OBITER DICTA       
First Line: Trying to understand myself, I fetch
Last Line: Of undeflected change. Prepare to open %all of the body's avenues but its veins


ON A PROPOSED CELEBRATION OF EZRA POUND; FOR CLIVE WILMER       
First Line: He who proposes %assembling those
Last Line: He that could %judge us, is dead


ON BERTRAND RUSSELL'S PORTRAITS FROM MEMORY       
First Line: Those cambridge generations, russell's, keynes'
Last Line: Too volatile to live among the loam, %her sheaves too heavy


ON EDMUND SPENSER'S HOUSE IN IRELAND       
First Line: Every so often, lord, the wanton muse


ON GENEROUS LINES       
First Line: Hanoverian silverware, this jug
Last Line: It would be true; incautious curves enforce it


ON NOT DESERVING       
First Line: Worry hedges my days
Last Line: Last year the two churches of st. Francis %were piled up there, at the lowest verge of assisi


ON SUTTON STRAND       
First Line: I saw brown corrib lean upon his urn
Last Line: Where to command is hopeless, to compete %with an indifference equal to the sky's


OR, SOLITUDE       
First Line: A farm boy lost in the snow
Last Line: And yet it was for years %what I refused to credit


ORDINARY GOD       
First Line: Do you believe in a god
Last Line: From an ultimately faithful %but meanwhile preoccupied landlord


ORIENTAL VISITOR       
First Line: To a bell in lincoln cathedral
Last Line: This year's first blossom on %a foreign girl's guitar


ORPHEUS       
First Line: Named them %and they danced
Last Line: Is that how it was? One hopes so


OUR LADY       
First Line: The sea is all that they say: it wreaks death one way only
Last Line: Of spume and inconsequent waterspout, the faithless %indifferent non-god, ocean


OUT OF EAST ANGLIA       
First Line: Pacific: in russian as %in our language
Last Line: How peace might be is near


OUT OF EAST ANGLIA       
First Line: Pacific: in russian as %in our language
Last Line: How peace might be is near


OWL MINERVA       
First Line: The muse that makes pretensions to discourse
Last Line: And only speech aspires to music's state. %the owl minerva was no singing bird


OX-BOW       
First Line: The time is at an end
Last Line: Mirrored in mid-reach still %break into annual leaf


OXFORD; AFTER PASTERNAK       
First Line: With the actual the illusory
Last Line: Grass growing in advance of every doorway


OXFORDSHIRE       
First Line: Start such a fire in england, master ridley
Last Line: Any too fine for fine-toned oxford, in %the smell of roast meat and the glare of torches?


PACER IN THE FRESCO. JOHN THE BAPTIST       
First Line: Already running, sprang from the womb; met
Last Line: Himself too much the equilibrist for long %to tilt a saucer on the wading soul


PASTOR ERRANTE'; FOR ROBERT PINSKY       
First Line: When you were explaining america, robert, you did not
Last Line: That the best reason for rubbing their dear snub-noses %intoa shepherd's mishaps?


PENELOPE       
First Line: And so, the retraction
Last Line: But blessing it, is to see %at last impunity


PENTECOST       
First Line: Up and down stairs of the inner ear
Last Line: Or ape their stammerings, %I must betray myself


PIETA; IN MEMORIAM DOUGLAS BROWN       
First Line: Snow-white ray %coal-black earth will
Last Line: Fixity, being alone and %with a crone's pastimes


PILATE       
First Line: The chief of the civil administration
Last Line: Has very much more forebearance %than his accusers


POEM AS ABSTRACT       
First Line: A poem is less an orange than a grid
Last Line: With enterprise, should not a poet's gait %be countries-wide, this stride, the pylons stalking


POET REDEEMED & DEAD       
First Line: Feeling good, green light, the earthly paradise
Last Line: Forgiving itself but assured, %you knew how, of pardon


PONTIAC       
First Line: Pontiac fires detroit!
Last Line: Ranging so far: %pontiac, ottawa shade


POREC       
First Line: Pennies of sun's fire jazzing like silver foil
Last Line: Here in the shade, the file of the drifters passes, %we seem much pacified, seem so to ourselves


PORTLAND; AFTER PASTERNAK       
First Line: Portland, the isle of portland - how I love
Last Line: Like foam on all three sides at midnight lighting %up, far off, a seaward jut of stone


PREOCCUPATION'S GIFT       
First Line: When all my hours are mine
Last Line: Parsimony? No, %no vigilance


PRIORY OF ST. SAVIOUR, GLENDALOUGH       
First Line: A carving on the jamb of an embrasure
Last Line: I climbed the wall, and shivered. There flwe out %two birds affronted by my human face


PROLIFIC SPELL       
First Line: Day by day, such rewards
Last Line: Your brilliant mute concerns %neither repays nor earns


PUT NOT YOUR TRUST IN PRINCES       
First Line: Let them give up the ghost, then there is nothing but dust
Last Line: Of an unbelieved spokesman parade them; their press-men to feed worms


RAIN ON SOUTH-EAST ENGLAND       
First Line: This place is so much %mauled, I have to think
Last Line: I take no care for the rain, %soured soil, and shettered trees


RECOLLECTIONS OF GEORGE ORPEN IN LETTER TO AN ENGLISH FRIEND       
First Line: That lime-tree - no, what is it? Mulberry?
Last Line: I hope the roar of it enlivens your %west-country dell, as a whisper of it mine


RED ROCK OF UTAH       
First Line: Surely it had some virtue, having none
Last Line: Gauds of gratuitous ornament in your god, %your god depraved king utopus himself


REFLECTIONS ON DEAFNESS; FOR KENNETH AND MARGARET MILLAR       
First Line: Making the best and most of a visitation
Last Line: Redeemably tap-tapping, but the voice %that cannot hear itself we cannot hear


REJOINDER TO A CRITIC    Poem Text    
First Line: You may be right: 'how can I dare to feel?'
Subject(s): Critics & Criticism


REJOINDER TO A CRITIC       
First Line: You may be right: 'how can I dare to feel?'
Last Line: Appear concerned only to make it scan! %how dare we now be anything but numb?
Subject(s): Critics And Criticism


REJOINDER TO A CRITIC       
First Line: You may be right: 'how can I dare to feel?'
Last Line: How dare we now be anything but numb?


REMEMBERING THE THIRTIES       
First Line: Hearing one saga, we enact the next
Last Line: That beards the slag-heap with his hectoring, %whose green adventures is to run to seed
Subject(s): Growth


REMINDED OF BOUGAINVILLE; FOR HOWARD ERSKINE-HILL       
First Line: The rest is not our business.' come the end or
Last Line: So now, and we may rest in that. It is %always our business,always


RESOLUTIONS       
First Line: Whenever I talk of my art
Last Line: In the seeway a sound of bells %from a landfall not on the cards


REVENGE FOR LOVE       
First Line: Neither dead nor alive, neither asleep nor awake
Last Line: Nothing to fear, merely a lapsing away %neither asleep nor awake


REVULSION       
First Line: Angry and ashamed at
Last Line: That can be brought against %me, or my times


RIGHT LADS       
First Line: To re-insert it in %the yorkshire post
Last Line: Acting the part assigned: %capitalism's refuse!


RIGHT WING SYMPATHIES       
First Line: France of the poujadiste!
Last Line: Arraigned in his %superb performances


RODEZ       
First Line: Northward I came, and knocked in the coated wall
Last Line: Welcome, I said. Bleak equal centuries %crowded the porch to be deflowered, crowned


RODEZ       
First Line: Northward I came, and knocked in the coated wall
Last Line: Crowded the porch to be deflowered, crowned


ROUSSEAU IN HIS DAY       
First Line: So many nights the solitary lamp had burned
Last Line: Our unchosen soil-crumbs. It was not %what he'd expected or the world supposes
Subject(s): Rousseau, Jean Jacques (1712-1778)


RUTLAND; FOR GEORGE DEKKER       
First Line: Joke county, smallest in england
Last Line: How heavy that weighs, how wide the narrowest shire!


SAMUEL BECKETT'S DUBLIN       
First Line: When it is cold it stinks, and not till then
Last Line: Who barely living therefore altogether %live till they die; and sweetly smell till then
Subject(s): Beckett, Samuel (1906-1989); Dublin, Ireland


SAVANNAH; FOR ALEX HEARD, ADMINISTRATOR       
First Line: Executive speed is poetry! Whereas
Last Line: Of nothing now but sweetness, %in christ the founder's week


SAW I NEVER THE RIGHTEOUS FORSAKEN       
First Line: I have been young, and now am old
Last Line: Unarguably justice follows %as certainly as noon ensues from dawn
Subject(s): Blunden, Edmund (1896-1974)


SCREECH-OWL       
First Line: I had to assure myself
Last Line: Aviary of sound for %one bedridden, or blind


SCULPTURE' OF RHYME       
First Line: Potter nor iron-founder
Last Line: To chisel honey from the saxifrage, %and a mouth to graze on feldspar


SCULPTURES IN HUNGARY       
First Line: A hun turned sculptor spoke %of the styles of etruria. Under
Last Line: Adheres a little, istrian nor carraran %not of locale nor race but meaning, 'broken'


SCYTHIAN CHARIOTEERS       
First Line: When it was found a fault
Last Line: Occasion to exalt our %lost athens of the mind


SEEING HER LEAVE       
First Line: This west! This ocean! The bare
Last Line: Count, neo-classicist, %the choking back of tears


SELINA, COUNTESS OF HUNTINGDON       
First Line: Your special witness, as I recollect
Last Line: As charm in you drove its schismatic wedge %between your church's beauty and its truth


SEQUENCE FOR FRANCIS PARKMAN, SELS.       


SEUR, NEAR BLOIS       
First Line: That a toss of wheat-ears lapping
Last Line: Or even other, a learned %historian of man's culture


SHORT RUN TO CAMBORNE       
First Line: The hideousness of the inland spine of cornwall!
Last Line: Some things are unforgiveable, even so


SHROPSHIRE       
First Line: This has to be for my school-chum billy greaves
Last Line: In what fly-haunted stream it was, we stood %in the weak light, pyjama-ed, swiping at bats


SILOAM; FOR CLYDE BINFIELD       
First Line: Arkansaw's westernmost county %is dry; we nip back over
Last Line: Feeling ptrecarious over %siloam's fateful flood


SING UNTO THE LORD A NEW SONG       
First Line: Cheerfulness in lordly %leisure
Last Line: Praise the lord upon the harp, %sing to him on the damnable steel guitar!


SIX EPISTLES TO EVA HESSE: 1       
First Line: Not, I keep being told, the time
Last Line: Friendlier lullabies than sing %round epic cradles made of string


SIX EPISTLES TO EVA HESSE: 2       
First Line: I'm going on with this affair
Last Line: One's word, once given, 's not unspoken


SIX EPISTLES TO EVA HESSE: 3       
First Line: Heroic comedy, I suggest, %fits american history best
Last Line: Cripple the measure, wrench the rhyme!


SIX EPISTLES TO EVA HESSE: 4       
First Line: Sparkle sparkle little verse
Last Line: Thereby fashioning a myth %their shipmates could be murdered with


SIX EPISTLES TO EVA HESSE: 5       
First Line: A thesis, though sincerely meant
Last Line: Heroes are safest in the past


SIX EPISTLES TO EVA HESSE: 6       
First Line: The impetus, awesome!
Last Line: Now reaches charted for the mind, %is solid service to mankind


SKELPICK       
First Line: Below us all day, a mile away, in a flashing
Last Line: Tristia, the beldam black chaldeans' %disastrous flocking torrent through the birch-trees


SO MAKE THEM MELT AS THE DISHOUSED SNAIL'       
First Line: Or as the embryo, whose vital band
Last Line: Or lying and betraying, %so you be born


SOME FUTURE MOON; AFTER PASTERNAK       
First Line: Before me a far-off time arises
Last Line: Away from you because %I made it for your sake


SOME SHIRES REVISITED: 1. NORFOLK       
First Line: The scroll is defaced; the worm
Last Line: I had readers who thought that I could %never in fact have been there


SOME SHIRES REVISITED: 2. DEVONSHIRE       
First Line: Into spooner's, looking for remnants'
Last Line: Tore down that future perfect in the past %of a new-planned plymouth, 1951


SOME SHIRES REVISITED: 3. LEICESTERSHIRE       
First Line: Cliton-baddeley, richards
Last Line: Leicestershire, when it housed them, %did better than it knew


SOME SHIRES REVISITED: 4. STAFFORDSHIRE       
First Line: As once on thracian hebrus side' to use %your own etrurian
Last Line: Your love of our country has not been returned, and we won't be


SOME SHIRES REVISITED: 5. BEDFORDSHIRE       
First Line: Crop-headed nonconformists, %cromwell's ironsides, sprang
Last Line: What's due to caesar, might %die fighting the wrong good fight


SOMERSET       
First Line: Antennae of the race
Last Line: Who had sung as a young man, 'I was one of the knuts'


SORTING THE PERSONAE       
First Line: Once the broom has started
Last Line: I am only the cleaning-lady %but anxious for them, and loving


SOUNDS OF A DEVON VILLAGE       
First Line: Many compacted summers
Last Line: Woods: and to clear them, was that not his vocation; %then to restore as windbreak, and plantation?


SPRING SONG       
First Line: Spring pricks a little. I get out the maps
Last Line: High time, my love. High time and a long time yet


STANDINGS       
First Line: One law for the lion and ox is oppression'
Last Line: Hungry for judgment always


STRATFORD ON AVON       
First Line: I look a long way back
Last Line: Twentyfive summers since then., %I look a long way back


STRATNAVER       
First Line: Dear language, english, whose
Last Line: Their cornfields gone to the sheepwalks


SUFFOLK       
First Line: Something gone, something gone out with nelson
Last Line: In less glaring light a truer one


SUMMER LIGHTNING; FOR SEAMUS HEANEY, IN IMITATION OF RONSARD       
First Line: Heaney, one can get word-perfect at
Last Line: Historic england heaney should rehearse %cottage economies, curtness of good verse


SUNBURST       
First Line: The light wheels and comes in
Last Line: To the frame of nature? It %has no furious virtue?


SUNDAY MORNING       
First Line: No point in looking. The %comanche were
Last Line: Remembering, baffled but %convinced of benefits


SURREY       
First Line: Who now reads thomson or collins?
Last Line: Suspend the dashing oar


SUSSEX       
First Line: Chiddingly, pronounced %chiddinglye: the oast-house
Last Line: Another emigration: %draining away of love
Subject(s): Sussex, England


SYLVAE       
First Line: Not deerpark, royal chase
Last Line: Offer, no more than nuts, %berries, and dubious roots


THANKS TO INDUSTRIAL ESSEX       
Last Line: The scale of that deprivation %goes down in no statistics


THE FOUNTAIN       
First Line: Feathers up fast, and steeples; then in clods
Subject(s): Berkeley, George (1685-1753); Fountains


THEIR RECTITUDE IS BEAUTY       
First Line: The angels rejoice in %the excellencies of god'
Last Line: Their recititude, %their beauty


THEY, TO ME       
First Line: Life is over and you are its %memoralist. Such peace
Last Line: In a fragrance of eau-de-cologne: %mother at sea in frinton


THOU ART NEAR AT HAND, O LORD'       
First Line: Or: they are come near me that %persecute me of malice
Last Line: Any more than a page of verse does


THOUGH DRY, NOT DRY       
First Line: Dry season. Block, so, rain
Last Line: I cannot stir the will %to ask that I be stirred to!


THREE BEYOND       
First Line: Judgement occurs, but is not
Last Line: Delighted I should have reached to %him of the highest standing


THREE MORAL DISCOVERIES       
First Line: Oh I can praise a cloistered virtue, such
Last Line: Reflect how little credit falls to me, %at fault just there,in will's obduracy


THROUGH BIFOCALS       
First Line: This you have heard before
Last Line: The wider the range of manners, the more inhumane the enforcement


THYESTES       
First Line: Brush of a raven's, not an eagle's wing
Last Line: Are drowning kittens in a water-butt. %but see, a baby's finger in the plate!


TIME PASSING, BELOVED       
First Line: Time passing, and the memories of love
Subject(s): Time


TIME PASSING, BELOVED       
First Line: Time passing, and the memories of love
Last Line: This siege of a shore that no misgivings have steeled, %no doubts defend?
Subject(s): Time


TO A BAD POET       
First Line: To break the pentameter, pound's first heave
Last Line: In ragged seas? %this tub?


TO A BROTHER IN THE MYSTERY; CIRCA 1290       
First Line: The world of god has turned its two stone faces
Last Line: Thing, and not all a medium, but the stuff %of mountains; cruel, obdurate, and rough


TO A TEACHER OF FRENCH       
First Line: Sir, you were a credit to whatever
Last Line: Af fifty in the humidity of touraine, %time and again I profit by your angers


TO AN AMERICAN CLASSICIST       
First Line: Shallow or deep, snows on socrate won't
Last Line: Weave you a withering chaplet, leaves of grass!


TO CERTAIN ENGLISH POETS       
First Line: My dears, don't I know? I esteem you more than you think
Last Line: Or will you, contained, still burn with that surly pluck?
Subject(s): Poetry And Poets


TO HELEN KELLER       
First Line: Yours was the original freak-out: samuel beckett's
Last Line: Month after month to grope and croak and stammer
Subject(s): Beckett, Samuel (1906-1989); Keller, Helen (1880-1968)


TO LONDONERS       
First Line: I get, surprisingly, a sense of space
Last Line: Of phrases I manhandle towards what yawning %yard of what temple, what too void arena?


TO SCORCH OR FREEZE; THE THIRTY-NINETH PSALM, ADAPTED       
First Line: I said to myself: 'that's enough'
Last Line: It commits me to squawking %and running off at the mouth


TO THOM GUNN IN LOS ALTOS, CALIFORNIA       
First Line: Conquistador! Live dangerously, my byron
Last Line: What am I doing? I who am scared of edges?
Subject(s): Gunn, Thom (b. 1929)


TOWNSEND, 1976       
First Line: When does a town become a city? This
Last Line: An age of worn humility. Hereafter, %the prince of darkness and his equipage!


TREVENEN: 1. HIS RETURN (CHRISTMAS, 1780)       
First Line: Winds from cook's straits cannot blow
Last Line: Bah!' he thought, 'what has all this %to do with young men's loyalties?'


TREVENEN: 2. LIFE AND CONTACTS (1784-7)       
First Line: The poet crabbe, with whom he shared %burke as a patron, nev
Last Line: Bligh gets the bounty, and not he; %he's pledged himself to muscovy


TREVENEN: 3. HIS END (THE BATTLE OF VIBORG, 21 JUNE 1790)       
First Line: Long, splendid shadows! Cornwall, lit
Last Line: Edmund burke had cried, 'amen!' %and james king, and most other men


TREVISO, THE PESCHERIA       
First Line: Each of us has the time
Last Line: Combed green, the river's sedge %sweetens the fish-wives' island


TRIP TO HUNTSVILLE       
First Line: To be constant through a lifetime
Last Line: Night comes, however; night %has fallen on corinth also


TUNSTALL FOREST       
First Line: Stillness! Down the dripping ride
Last Line: The liquid eye and elegant head %no more than a mile away
Subject(s): Forests


TUSCAN BRUTUS       
First Line: The duke insists you stay; you could do worse
Last Line: Yet for a medal yours was rather coarse


TUSCAN MORNING       
First Line: Presences are always said to brood
Last Line: To do with noon? It is the edge of light %goes cleaving, windless presence, like a ray


TWILIGHT ON THE WASTE LANDS       
First Line: Some quickly-weathering rock, perhaps
Last Line: See, there again, the sense betrayed


TWO DEDICATIONS: 1. WIDE FRANCE       
First Line: Sunlight so blurred with clouds we couldn't tell
Last Line: As we always made, as if to convince ourselves. %and now you worry about the eleven-plus


TWO DEDICATIONS: 2. BARNSLEY CRICKET CLUB       
First Line: Now the heat comes, I am demoralized
Last Line: This layabout july in another climate %ought not to prove firm turf, well-tendered, wrong


TWO FROM IRELAND: 1. 1969, IRELAND OF THE BOMBERS       
First Line: Blackbird of derrycairn %sing no more for me
Last Line: Dry eyes I pledge to thee, %and empty heart


TWO FROM IRELAND: 2. 1977, NEAR MULLINGER       
First Line: Green leinster, never weep
Last Line: The truth is, he was home %- or so he half-believes


TWO WINDOWS IN TASHKENT       
First Line: In, of all places, tashkent %they were reading keats; and we
Last Line: This is where he departs from %you, and you cannot abide it


UNDER A SKYLIGHT       
First Line: Through a wide window all somerset might look in
Last Line: My uncommitted heart, in these wide-eyed %unsleeping bodies gazing side by side


UNDER ST. PAUL'S       
First Line: Wren and barry, rennie and mylne and dance
Last Line: Across the dark face of the water %flies the white bird until nothing is left but the water


UNIVERSITY OF THE SOUTH; FOR ANDREW LYTLE, AGED 80       
First Line: That shrewd character will percy in
Last Line: The veridical idyll emerges


UTTERINGS       
First Line: To flex in the upper airs
Last Line: His is welcome to it; most, %I apprehend, know less


VANCOUVER       
First Line: Nobody's hero, george vancouver, ever
Last Line: We put the best construction that we can %on an unfriendly and a friendless man


VENEGEANCE IS MINE, SAITH THE LORD       
First Line: You that would bite the whole pie and
Last Line: Though I %address the mute, he hears, will testify


VIA PORTELLO       
First Line: Rococo compositions of decay
Last Line: Around them, theirs; and want, and no word spoken - %the conscious vista closed at either end


VINDICATION OF JOVAN BABIC (BOSNIA 1915)       
First Line: Age is a pale bird, film of ice on the sea
Last Line: A flagging wing outsoars them, and the ice %stiffens the pulse with a not unmanly shudder


VIPER-MAN       
First Line: Will it be one of those %forever summers?
Last Line: Against a change in the weather, %snake whipped up in the yard


VYING       
First Line: Vying is our trouble
Last Line: Headstones, and rifle tombs, %and spill the tilted urn


WARWICKSHIRE; FOR ROY FISHER       
First Line: Eye on the object, eye on the congeries
Last Line: Small relish for your balder registrations, %intent, monocular, faithful


WATERFALL AT POWERSCOURT       
First Line: Looping off feline through the leisured air
Last Line: Its chill of wit, who knows? The end it answers, %the level it seeks, is its own


WAY OUT. HOW THEY MUST HAVE       


WEARING OF THE GREEN       
First Line: Gold is not autumn's privilege
Last Line: It never changes %in meath in may


WELL-FOUND POEM       
First Line: We last of yugo-slav %air force
Last Line: These brave men


WEST VIRGINIA'S AUBURN       
First Line: Ejected indians haunt the lawns


WESTMORLAND       
First Line: Kendal - shap fell! Is that in westmorland?
Last Line: Such minds, such people, always in need of a touch %of frost, not to go pulpy


WHERE DEPTHS ARE SURFACES       
Last Line: Whereas the lead goes down to %depths, depths endlessly


WIDOWER       
First Line: That sneaky thomas cranmer!
Last Line: Whatever the small hours' stress


WIDOWERS       
First Line: Atheist, laodicean or
Last Line: She does, although our need to think so passes


WILD BOAR CLOUGH       
First Line: A poet's lie!
Last Line: Tossed up like spume, persistently %pulsing through history and out of it


WILTSHIRE       
First Line: A brutally sheared-off cliff
Last Line: The distance: jude the obscure %approaching, on salisbury plain


WIND AT PENISTONE       
First Line: The wind meets me at penistone
Last Line: To find in art no fellow but the wind


WINTER LANDSCAPE NEAR ELY       
First Line: It is not life being short
Last Line: Over verst on verst of russia %are lime-tree avenues


WINTER LANDSCAPES       
First Line: Danger, danger of dyiing
Last Line: That likes its landscapes northern, %serener, and more hurtful


WINTER TALENT       
First Line: Lighting a spill late in the afternoon
Last Line: To dangerous glory? Better still to burn %upon that gloom wh


WINTER'S TALENTS; FOR PETER SCUPHAM AND ROBERT WELLS       
First Line: Nebulous, freezingly moist
Last Line: Scyamore, tarporley, all %intricate, cavernous splendour!


WITH THE GRAIN       
First Line: Why, by an ingrained habit, elevate


WITNESS       
First Line: Bearing and giving are different, it appears
Last Line: Must be excavated %in the hedge-bottom or elsewhere


WOE UNTO THEE!       
First Line: Compunction at presumtion %is a sentiment
Last Line: It sings, presumption calls for %no halter of compunction


WOMBWELL ON STRIKE       
First Line: Horace of course is not %a temporizer, but
Last Line: Large policemen grapple %the large men my sons have become


WOODPIGEONS AT RAHENY       
First Line: One simple and effective rhyme
Last Line: I do not know. I know the dove %outsang me down the afternoon


WORCESTERSHIRE       
First Line: The best way in (not that I've checked the map)
Last Line: Feed you with apples, stay you with flagons, empress! %acre on acre of orchards of worcester pearmai


YORKSHIRE; OF GRACES       
First Line: The graces, yes - and the airs! To airs and graces
Last Line: Though late-come, straitened, of a northern province


ZION       
First Line: Mired in it! Stuck in the various
Last Line: For long enough, merits the name of %zion or some say eden


ZIP!       
First Line: I'd have the silence like a heavy chock
Last Line: And all be done before you've well begun. %(it is reverberations that you hear)


ZODIAC       
First Line: It won't stand up to the light
Last Line: A god-enforced decorum