index of poem first lines
The bars of the gate run back
The casements are mostly
The casual certainty of summer
The cat visits me and mews
The city rises between two rivers
The cold glass
The colours break out and float
The curtain hung. It was looked at. It was
The eyes are closed dark and the dark
The future never comes, in the sense
The garden clenched like a root, bare branches
The little lambs
The man I love
The moon is circled but not to be seen
The morning hovers in a state of panic the pink sky recedes
The pressure of air lingers on these over
The sheep on Romney Marsh
The small flowers sing
The three old men are silent
The trees on the hillside, forked and bare
The unsettled debris of the heart
The water is vaporising
The whole lot is on the point of slipping
There are many parts I have not been to, but start
These quietly conducted horses
They have had their day and pant with
Thick condensation gathers on the glass
Thin sounds of rain are in the air
Things hang out like sheets
This one is pink, with a
Thor disguised as a youth
Tilt. Underscoring the sky’s
Underneath the sky it’s clear we’re
We go without a word
What is there to say after that?
What remains of a visit
When I left I never thought
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