The Sun-Artist, 547
Sundays, They Sleep Late, 56
“Surely it is time for the true grace of women”, 246
The Surrounded, 58
Target Practice, 156
Te Hanh : Long-Ago Garden, 496
Tenth Elegy. Elegy In Joy, 328
Then, 561
“Then full awake you will recognize the voice”, 396
Then I Saw What the Calling Was, 267
Theory of Flight, 47
“They called us to a change of heart”, 240
“They face us in sea-noon sun, just as he saw them waiting”, 367
Third Elegy. The Fear of Form, 304
This House, This Country, 20
“This is the net of begetting and belief”, 389
This Place in the Ways, 254
Thousands of Days, 57
Three Black Women, 122
Three Nights I Dreamed, 369
Three Sides of a Coin, 16
Time Exposures, 123
To a Lady Turning Middle-Aged, 578
“To be a Jew in the twentieth century”, 243
To Enter That Rhythm Where the Self Is Lost, 403
Tradition of This Acre, 12
Traditional Tune, 264
The Transgress, 414
Tree, 339
Tree of Days, 164
“A tree of rivers flowing through our lives”, 382
“The tree of rivers seen and forgotten, 380
The Trial, 29
Trinity Churchyard, 556
Trophies, 116
Trout Fishing, 517
A True Confession, 272
The Tunnel, 31
Two Bodies, 269
The Two Illuminations, 342
Two Years, 490
An Unborn Poet, 591
Unborn Song, 342
The Victims, a Play for the Home, 175
Voices, 475
Voices of Waking, 357
Waiting for Icarus, 476
“Waiting to leave all day I hear the words”, 561
Wake Island, 201
Waking This Morning, 471
“Walking the world to find the poet of these cries”, 562
The War Comes into My Room, 425
The Wards, 546
The Watchers, 347
Water Night, 253
Waterlily Fire, 405
The Burning, 405
The Island, 406
Journey Changes, 408
Fragile, 409
The Long Body, 409
The Way Out, 454
Wedding Presents, 15
Welcome from War, 496
West Virginia, 74
“What did I see? What did I not see?”, 486
What Do I Give You?, 413
What Do We See?, 472
What Have You Brought Home from the Wars?, 437
What I See, 421
“What kind of woman goes searching and searching?”, 480
What They Said, 439
Wherever, 498
Who in One Lifetime, 228
Willkie in The Gulliver, 396
The Wiping Moss from the Ruins, 519
The Witness, 459
Woman and Bird, 131
Woman and Emblems, 131
Woman and Bird, 131
The Birthday, 131
Woman and Music, 132
Woman and Music, 132
“Woman as gates, saying”, 461
Woman as Market, 441
Forgetting and Remembering, 441
“Women and poets see the truth arrive”, 239
Wooden Spring, 13
Word of Mouth, 442
The Return, 442
Word of Mouth, 443
Word of Mouth, 443
The Word-Fisher, 518
Work, for the Day Is Coming, 551
Wreath of Women, 217
The Writer, 502
“You grief woman you gave me a scarlet covelet”, 565
The Young Girl of the Mississippi Valley, 334
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
First lines of poems appear in roman; first lines of subsections appear in italics. Alphabetical order disregards initial articles in titles and subtitles.
Across the country, iron hands push up chimneys, 49
Act I, Sc. 4. She is lit, standing high, with the lit line of Anne's, 266
After I am dead, darling, 439
After the black ones!, 516
After the last cold mountain, 132
After the last freeze, in easy air, 428
After the lifting of the mist, 465
After the lights and after the rumba and after the bourbon, 263
After the quarrel in the house I walked the grasses of the field, 338
After the revolution came the Fuehrer, 264
After this crisis, 485
After you finish your work, 492
Air fills with fear and the kinds of fear, 565
All day the rain, 568
All of the people of the play were there, 433
All of the people of the play were there, 434
All power is saved, having no end. Rises, 99
All the voices of the wood called “Muriel!”, 267
All this time, 438
Along history, forever, 488
Always I travelled farther, 20
Am I in your light?, 16
Among all the waste there are the intense stories, 244
Among leaf-green, 426
Among the days, 563
And for the man with one nightmare, the student of clouds, the bitter, 178
And if the cliffs themselves produced the major illusion, 171
And if the curtain lifts, it is a window-shade, 175
And the child sitting alone planning her hope, 307
And turn and arise and give these wounds their song, 292
Angel of declaring, you opened before us walls, 481
Another day. I stand before the screen, 548
Another day. No sun. The fog is down, 548
Answer with me these certainties, 42
Antaeus was once strong, when his feet, locked in earth, 586
As I came out of the New York Public Library, 161
As I went down the road to the water, the river to the sea, 174
As I went down to Rotten Lake I remembered, 299
As we climb to the church of Galilee, 564
Asleep and awake, I wake, 349
At daybreak go looking for your newborn name, 360
At one shock, speechlessness, 452
At the end of July, exile. We watched the gangplank go, 144
A baroque night advances in its clouds, 302
Battles whose names I do not know, 494
Be bold, friend ; all your nymphs have disappeared, 16
Be proud you people of these graves, 51
Beat out continuance in the choking veins, 68
Believing in those inexorable laws, 421
Between between, 466
Between the illuminations of great mornings, 431
Big-boned man young and of my dream, 467
A bird flew out of a cloud, 131
Black parental mysteries, 536
Bleeding of the mountains, 494
Blue in the green trees, what are they climbing?, 541
The body cannot lie, but its betrayals, 115
Born of this river and this rock island, I relate, 406
Boys of these men, 488
Break of light! Sun in his colors, 548
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry, 3
Brecht saying : Galileo talking astronomy, 482
Bringing their life these young, 498
The brown, dead leaves, 576
The bubbles in the blood sprang free, 231
But that was years ago. My child is grown, 536
But these two figures are not the statues east and west, 535
But this is our desire, and of its worth, 24
By day white moths, th
e nightlong meteors, 433
The cabinet minister speaks of liberation, 563
Call himself unbegun, for the sea made him; assemblages of waters, 185
The calling and the melody all night long, 233
Came in my full youth to the midnight cave, 207
Came to Ajanta cave, the painted space of the breast, 210
Camera at the crossing sees the city, 77
Care for love tenderly, it is deep in me, 273
Carlos, your art is embryos, 404
The cattle-trains edge along the river, bringing morning on a white vibration, 35
A child is in the dark room where the dim lights swim, 585
A child riding the stormy mane of noon, 399
the child, the poems, the child, the poems, the journeys, 424
Child who within me gives me dreams and sleep, 282
The childless years alone without a home, 280
Children remembering sadness grieve, they grieve, 497
The choice proposed : ascends, the nervy conductor, 116
City, 579
The city of the heart, 234
The city of the past. The past as a city, 434
Climbing the air, prophet beyond prophet, 483
Clouds, airs, carried me away, 255
The clouds are dark, 275
Colors move on a screen. The doors open again, 548
Come back to us, little grey sister, 576
Come : you are the one chosen, by them, to serve them, 490
Coming among the living, 159
Coming to Spain on the first day of the fighting, 241
The concert-hall was crowded the night of the crash, 172
Configurations of time and singing, 238
Consumed. Eaten away. And love across the street, 94
Crucified child—is he crucified? he is tortured, 567
Darkness, giving us dream's black unity, 318
Dashing in glass we race, 55
A day is lost, 361
The day of life and death offers its flowers, 236
The days are incestuous, each with its yesterday, 56
The days grow and the stars cross over, 215
Dear place, sweet home, 583
Death flowing down past me, past me, death, 474
Death is here, death is guarded by swords, 491
Death's threat! Today I have known laughter, 282
December steel done, flowers open color, 130
Deeper than sleep but not so deep as death, 340
The deepest blue, green, not the streams of the sea, 547
Democritus laughed when he, 164
Depth of petals, May iris, 491
Do you know the name of the average animal?, 222
Dream of the world, 552
The dream-image fades, with its red pandanu keys, 271
Driven, at midnight, to growth, the city's wistful turnings, 129
The drowning young man lifted his face from the river, 119
Early, before the huge explosions, 592
Early, before the reservoir, 591
Earth, bind us close, and time ; nor, sky, deride, 21
Eating sleep, eating sunlight, eating meat, 281
Emerge, city, from your evening : allay me, sleep, 33
Ends of the earth join tonight, 466
Error, disease, snow, sudden weather, 92
Eve walked in the Garden of a Sunday morning, 575
Even after the letters, there is work, 88
Even during war, moments of delicate peace, 239
Evening, bringing me out of the government building, 243
Faced with furnace demands during its education, 112
Faithful ever to thy brother, 573
The far lands melt to orange and to grey, 582
Father and I drove to the sand-quarry across the ruined marshlands, 15
The father and mother sat, and the sister beside her, 19
The fear of poetry is the, 155
A feat of laughter and a coastwise dance, 377
The fertile season ending in a glitter, 434
Fields where we slept, 384
The fire entire, 475
Fire-thread in the valley. Bird-voice in darkness, 390
Five brick panels, three small windows, six lions' heads, 445
Flickering, 493
Flood over ocean, 449
Flower of time, and a plague of white trilling in sunlight, 434
Flowers of air, 423
Fly down, Death: Call me, 221
For that I cannot name the names, 567
For that I never knew you, I only learned to dread you, 533
For that you never acknowledged me, I acknowledge, 474
Forerunners of images, 418
Frail it is and can be intercepted, 579
From you I learned the dark potential, 483
Frontier of Europe, the tideless sea, a field of power, 145
Gauley Bridge is a good town for Negroes, they let us stand, 87
Ghostly in my house, 376
The girl being chosen stood in her naked room, 211
Girl grown woman fire mother of fire, 405
Give a dime to a beggar for I have seen a sight, 126
Give them my regards when you go to the school reunion, 121
“Goodbye!” called the stockholders as the ship pulled out, 133
Great Alexander sailing was from his true course turned, 403
Green going through the jungle of those years, 554
Griefs, 15
Guilt said the bony man, 404
A habit leading to murder, smoky laughter, 210
A hall at the National Pawnshop crowded with unsold bureaus, 439
The hand of day opens, 359
Have you heard about Mr. Bratuscha?, 435
Having come to this place, 254
He said he would be back and we'd drink wine together, 476
He sang until his death, 268
He speaks in a big voice through all the air, 484
He stood against the stove, 82
He turned the lights on and walked to the window, 18
He walks toward me. A black man in the sun, 450
Held among wars, watching, 462
Held between wars, 460
Here, again. A smell of dying in the milk-pale carton, 353
Here are the long fields inviolate of thought, 11
Here is a long and silent street, 269
Here's the story, my darling, of the dancing flower, 274
High above shores and times, 481
High wind, and spring restless in the ground, 584
His life is in the body of the living, 247
His tears fell from his veins, 502
History melts my houses, 222
Home thoughts from home; we read you every day, 242
Horizon of islands shifting, 448
How can I speak to them today? What can I know, 370
How horrible late spring is, with the full death of the frozen tight bulbs, 13
How lovely it is to, 517
How will you catch these clues at the moment of waking, 416
However the voices rise, 455
Hunger, 424
Hurricane, skullface, the sky's size, 452
I answer! I fly reborn from deep escape!, 278
I braced the drum to my arm, a flat drum, and began to play, 534
I come into the room The room stands waiting, 521
I first discovered what was killing these men, 83
I go a road, 503
I hold a key in my hand, 214
I know that behind these walls is the city, over these rooftops is the sun, 265
I know what I want in my words, 518
I lie in the bath and I contemplate the toilet-paper, 503
I lived in the first century of world wars, 430
I look across at the real, 466
I Muriel stood at the altar-table, 495
I recognize this little song, 515
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nbsp; I stand in the strong sun before a bank of prisms, 547
I think of the image brought into my room, 409
I thought I was going to the poets, but I am, 508
I told myself coming after a long time to my poem, 592
I want to speak in my voice!, 216
I was born in winter when, 164
I wear a garland and take my beloved's hand, 274
I will say what I mean here; in a book, 372
I'd rather be Muriel, 554
An Idea ran about the world, 341
Idols of luxury, 581
If I could write : Summer waits your coming, 14
I'm here again, 513
I'm not much good at any of this, 514
In adolescence I knew travellers, 4
In agony saying :“The last night of his life,” 417
In all the cities of this year, 335
In burning summer I saw a season of betrayal, 314
In her splendor islanded, 362
In our period, they say there is free speech, 417
In the cave with a long-ago flare, 537
In the full sun. In the fruitfall season, 261
In the human cities, never again to, 471
In the last bus last night that dead musician, 344
In the last hour of night, a zebra racing dawn, 384
In the night the sound woke us, 503
In the water-cave, 491
In the wine country, poverty, they drink no wine, 457
In wet green midspring, midnight and the wind, 257
In woods you know stands the wonderworking madonna, 542
In your time, there have been those who spoke clearly, 397
Inland, away, 512
Inner greet. Greenberg said it, 523
Invading nightmare, spinning up through sleep, 122
Inverted torrents, fountains with strong trunks of water, 585
is my concern. That's this moment, 420
It is all much worse than I dreamed, 212
It is the poem, yes, 551
It seemed at the time like a slow road and late afternoon, 339
It was like everything else, like everything, 558
It was long before the national performance, 162
It was much later in his life he rose, 182
It was much stronger than they said. Noisier, 343
It's still my little big “big brother,” isn't it?, 518
Jefferson spoke of freedom but he held slaves, 497
The jokes, the feuds, the puns, the punishments, 499
Kitty Hawk is a Caesar among monuments, 38
Knowing again, 425
Knowing the shape of the country. Knowing the midway travels of, 310
Knowing the voices of the country, gathering, 195
Land; and only to stand on the ground, stand on the brick, 158
Last night she died, 50
Lately having escaped three-kinded death, 334
Lattice of his back grows, the dolphin-arching, till, 338
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