The Complete Poems of A R Ammons, Volume 1
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In Strasbourg in 1349, 3
In the bleak time look for no cooperation, 466
In the dark original water, 381
In the desert a, 372
In the desert midnight I said, 138
In the hour of extreme, 126
In them days, 382
In the old, 842
In the summer I live so, 531
In the useless study of uselessness one, 763
In the wind my rescue is, 24
In wingbar light, 467
I participate, 731
I picked myself up from the dust again, 502
I refuse the breakage, 737
I remember when freezing, 1025
I retire from, 727
Iris leaves, 756
I said, 467
I said I will find what is lowly, 81
I said there must be someway, 734
is a mental object, 385
I sat by a stream in a, 399
I sat down, 468
I see downhill a patch, 875
I shall, 73
I should have had my macadam, 469
I should have stayed longer idle, 25
I sit in sun, 380
Island-end here is, 524
I spent the day, 374
I spent with her, 525
I started picking up the stones, 417
I stop on, 470
I struck a diminished seventh, 17
I take your hand, 751
It does not rain in, 963
I tell the maple it’s unwise—though, 534
I think, 1025
I think of her, 42
I thought Silver must have snaked logs, 69
I thought the, 1026
I tipped my head, 1026
It is not enough to be willing to come out of the dark, 365
It is not far to my place, 89
It is one, 1027
It occurred to me there are no, 68
I took my likely schizophrenia in hand, 536
It’s actually six-thirty, 756
It’s amazing all, 567
It’s April 1, 957
It’s a wonder the body, 955
It’s day again, the fourth day, 530
It’s half an hour later before, 936
It’s late September now, 510
It’s nice, 1026
It snowed all night snow, 998
It’s so dry the brook, down, 976
I turned in, 470
It was May before my, 640
I understand, 387
I’ve always been impressed with the word incunabulum, 761
I’ve come down a lot on the tree of terror, 511
Ivy, a winding), 795
I wake up from, 1027
I walked at night and, 1028
I want a squirrel-foil for my martin pole, 532
I want something suited to my special needs, 420
I want to know the unity in all things and the difference, 745
I was going along a dusty highroad, 419
I was thinking when I woke, 239
I was walking down by the old, 383
I went down by Cascadilla, 425
I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning, 91
I went out on, 471
I went out to cut a last batch of zinnias this, 538
I went out to the sun, 6
I went to the summit and stood in the high nakedness, 645
I woke up (merely) and found, 752
I woke up at 6 and it was, 940
I wonder if I know enough to know what it’s really like, 1
I wonder if pagan is, 984
I wonder what I should do now, 472
I wonder what to mean by sanctuary, if a real or, 564
Just because the transcendental, 724
Last night my mind limped, 473
Last night’s thunderstorm’s, 570
Leaves are eyes, 516
Light falls shadow and beam through the limbo, 833
Like an, 96
Like a single drop of rain, 128
Like a steel drum, 528
Like fifty, 909
Like the hills under dusk you, 421
limber body, 1028
Lines flying in, out: logarithmic, 96
Logos is an engine, 1028
Look, look where the mind can go, 594
Looking for clear water he, 752
Lord, have mercy! what a day: what a merciful day, 565
Losing information he, 418
Make a motion, 415
Merging into place against a slope of trees, 378
Midafternoon, 512
Mist curtains lower and dissolve, 834
Morning glory vine, 573
Morning’s the woman time of day, 473
Motion’s the dead give away, 590
my, 786
my book came today, Friday, 196
My dice are crystal inlaid with gold, 14
My father, I hollow for you, 1006
My father used to bring banana, 791
My father used to tell of an, 968
My great wars close, 474
My neighbor shakes feed along, 878
my poem went for a ride, 210
My sorrows he said, 475
My structure is, like the, 988
My subject’s, 475
Nature as waterfalls, 879
Near dusk: approaching, 1029
Ninth-circle concrete, 476
Nobody comes here to stay: that’s, 476
No matter, 974
Nothing’s going to become of anyone, 477
No tirement like retirement, 830
No use to make any more, 1029
Now and then the intolerable crooks, 533
Now the ridge, 588
Now you have come, 363
Occurrence is continuous (and in, 752
Off backwards macadam, 746
On a cold late, 594
Once a roving man, 728
One at one with his desire, 917
One composing seminal works sat oblivious, 23
One day I complained about the periphery, 397
One desires the cutting, 983
One loves, 965
One morning Beebe, 101
One must recall as one mourns the dead, 784
One of these days I’m gonna leave you, baby, 477
One the way to, 1025
One trains hard for, 1013
On the cedars and yews, 478
On this day noteworthily warm, 986
On walks I go a long way along, 1012
Out for stars he, 417
Out mountainward, I explained I’ve already, 567
Particularly near sundown, 641
Peripherally the ocean, 51
Poetry is the smallest, 848
Prison break!, 391
Produce and fuctifry, 913
Put your, 525
Quilted spreads, 868
Rage spells more of my words right, 985
raining, 292
Rain still falls, the wind moves, 569
Ramshackles, archipelagoes, loose constellations, 402
Reality’s gossed guzzlings, 478
Repenting creation, God said, 48
Rings of birch bark, 421
Rot richness, sticky, feverish, 764
Rounding the mountain’s rim-ledge, 593
Saliences are humming bee paths, 426
Science outstrips, 479
Secrets are slimber black worms, 479
Seeing into myth is, 480
Shall will be used properly or will shall, 825
Should I bold in a moment intrude, 29
Sight can go quickly, aerial, where, 979
Silent as light in dismal transit, 30
Silver will lie where she lies, 422
Sisyphus, 216
Snow, 996
Snowed last night a lot but warmed up, 854
Snow of the, 895
Snow showed a full range, 974
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br /> So I said I am Ezra, 2
So it came time, 59
Solar floes, 481
Some drippage and spillage in, 481
Some fluffy, long-swaggly catkins, 1003
Some months ago I went out early, 5
Some mornings of maximal, 530
Some nights I go out to piss, 987
Sometimes I see an, 481
Sometimes maple leaves come all of an angle, 738
Sometimes the celestial syrup slows, 741
Song is a violence, 119
Soon as, 567
Sorrow how high it is, 102
So when the year had come full round, 125
Speaking to the mountains (&, 535
Spits of glitter in lowgrade ore, 400
Spit the pit in the pit, 569
Spread it thin, 907
Spring’s old hat is older, 946
Starving is so funny, 1029
Still I’m for upper, 764
Streams shed out of mountains in a white rust, 401
Structureless rage, perhaps, 904
Stumped again, I, 753
Subtract from that shower, 519
Summer gauds, 393
summit and blue air, 393
sunny again, 156
sunshine & shade, 164
Take in a lyric information, 540
Take some prose and build, 750
Taking root in windy sand, 95
Teeth out, 886
Tell what will not tell direct, 905
terror of, 795
The angels who in innocent if, 735
The arc, 810
The blackbird takes out, 422
The blast skims, 482
The brine-sea coupling, 738
The burdens of the world, 528
The butterfly that, 107
The cardinal, slanted watershed, 981
The caryophyllaceae, 523
The clouds, 742
The cock sparrow with a sweet, 756
The crystal of reason, 483
The day after, 48
The difference, finding the, 531
The difference between, 1030
The driest place in the yard’s, 739
The first morning in a few, 866
The floodcrest of afternoon passes, 527
The flowering quince bush, 484
The formulation that, 485
The gods (for, 757
The grass miracles have kept me down all autumn, 19
The grove kept us dry, 516
The hemlocks slumped, 731
The hen pheasants streak out of the, 838
The hieroglyphic gathered, the books, 800
The hollybush flowers, 423
The hornet as if, 518
The indefinable idol’s invisible to the mind, 538
the jay was out, 235
The knot in my gut’s, 526
The large is gone—well, it, 485
The leaf has to be thick, 759
The miltonic (miltownic) isn’t, 966
The mist rain this morning made glass, 486
The most beautiful, haunting, 527
The mountains said they were, 61
The mt in my head surpasses you, 486
The pebble spoke and down, 379
The people of my time are passing away:..., xlvii
The perfect journey is, 895
The pieces of my voice have been thrown, 499
The prescriptive stalls as, 897
The redwing blackbird, 510
The reeds give, 423
There is now not a single, 91
There’s not much hill left up from here and after, 573
There! the light of human reason!, 812
There was a hill once wanted, 348
the rhythm is, 121
The saints are gathering at the real, 487
The sap is gone out of the trees, 3
These days most, 981
These still days after frost have let down, 598
The sexual basis of all things rare is really apparent, 646
The shoddy furbishings I pick and choose among, 539
The sky clabbered up with, 962
The snow is fine-sightless today the ground, 835
The snow turning, 517
The song, 113
The soul is a region without definite boundaries, 40
The sparrowhawk, 120
The stomach is quite, 877
The stone in my tread, 386
The stone longs for flight, 732
The storm built till, 514
The strawberries along the roadbank in the hills bloomed, 47
The sun binds, 504
The sun climbs daily higher, 860
The sun’s wind, 529
The tamarack can cut rain down to size, mist-little, 570
The temperature fell, 946
The temperature rose 15 degrees over, 923
The temple stands in a rainforest, 31
The top, 727
The unassimilable fact leads us on, 132
The undergrowth’s a conveyance of butterflies, 406
The universe with its, 596
the way I could tell, 151
The weed bends, 515
The whaleboat struck, 9
The wind, 349
The wind high along the headland, 488
The wind inclines the cedars and lets, 63
The wind picks up slick, 881
The wind sidles up to, 733
The wind went over, 489
The wonderful workings of the world: wonderful, 489
The word cries out, 939
The word is, 130
The world is wound round, 729
they changed the forecast, 174
The year’s run out, 518
They say it snowed, 1018
They say last night radiation, 488
The yucca clump, 120
Things change, the shit shifts, 784
This afternoon the thunderstorms were separate and tall, 572
This is, 867
This left hand, 490
This October, 357
this ole world could be, 230
This poem concerns, 937
This time of year a bumblebee’s, 592
This wall interrupts the wind, 526
Those in ledge fright seek, 855
Thought I have cut down, pulled up, and, 730
3:20 pm: today is near-, 308
today (“7 DEC:”), 145
today (“14 DEC:”), 196
today (“18 DEC:”), 224
today (“28 DEC:”), 258
today (“2 JAN:”), 297
today ben, 331
today I (“6 DEC:”), 141
Today I (“Cornering the Exclusions of the Object”), 491
today is (“27 DEC:”), 252
today is 19 &, 269
today is bright, warm, 242
today is cold: hit, 232
today is rainy, 316
today is splennid again, 312
today is sunny & it may, 310
today is sunny & warming, 324
today is warm & sunny, 305
today is windy as March, 339
today the dry burn in, 280
Today was like vomiting, 956
Today will beat anything, 978
To maintain balance, 354
Turning a moment to say so long, 10
Turning from the waterhole I said Oh, 11
Underneath, the dunes, 370
Untouched grandeur in the hinterlands, 407
Up this high and far north, 405
Variable cloudiness windy, 1011
Watched on the sandy, stony bottom of the stream, 75
Water from the sprinkler, 354
we lost our mule Kate in, 236
We should think, 1030
We slung do out of the rosy alligator, 492
West light flat on trees, 395
What are you doing, 493
What changes, 765
> What does, 83
What is the misery in one that turns one with gladness, 597
What small grace comes must, 494
When cold, I huddle up, foetal, cross, 506
When first snow, 1031
When I go back of my head, 351
When I got past relevance, 67
When in early, 807
When I set fire to the reed patch, 19
When I think of “the Poet, 887
When leaving the primrose, bayberry dunes, seaward, 352
when November stripped, 108
When one is a child one lives, 929
When picking, 739
When Rahman rides a dead haste in a dusty wind, 12
When the bee lands the, 494
When the circumstance takes, 405
When the storm passed, 368
When the sun, 106
When the sun went down and the night came on, 133
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold, 498
White, flipping, 362
Will Firinger be kissed: will, 1015
Windowjarring gusts again, 495
Winds light & variable break, 495
Winter over, ice-bound, 135
With ropes of hemp, 13
Wonder if, 527
Words of comfort, 782
X out the rondure of, 571
Yes but, 496
Yield to the tantalizing mechanism, 535
You can, 951
You can appreciate, 1031
You cannot come to unity and remain material, 50
You can’t get it right, 889
You can’t imitate, 943
You’d be surprised how short the roads, 529
You notice, 724
You’re sick, 496
Your full-service mover, madam, 805
You think of the sun that it, 990
You will someday, 79
You would think I’d be a specialist in contemporary, 497
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Names: Ammons, A. R., 1926–2001. | West, Robert, 1969– editor. |
Vendler, Helen, 1933– writer of introduction.
Title: The complete poems of A. R. Ammons / edited by Robert M. West;
introduction by Helen Vendler. Other titles: Poems
Description: First edition. | New York : W. W. Norton & Company, [2017] | Includes
bibliographical references and index. Contents: v. 1. 1955–1977.
Identifiers: LCCN 2017047332 | ISBN 9780393070132 (hardcover : v. 1) |