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Index of First Lines
- Breath, too, can plummet, magic rougher 14
- Girders and glass roofs extend at round 77
- I am not certain: je ne suis pas sûr 56
- I have a whole cache I will one day 62
- I have washed too many I have watched 38
- If joy could screeve from lung and marrow 23
- Impostors shape fictions of marrow and soul 16
- In your eyes along the streets can I see 64
- It is not as if the sun and I 90
- It would be as the wind, but some force 49
- It’s not custom to begin with the couplet 40
- Just when it seems she will sing deport 45
- Keel, mast, sail in wind, sea, sky shake and bend 32
- Love is a Stonehenge, virtual to some, 100
- Nostalgia and utopia, past and future, 68
- Taboo in the stem of my skull, the danger 11
- The absence of your breath heats my marrow 42
- The angles of the moon over, through those trees, 41
- The aspersion she cast cuts deep: the times 15
- The barges slip along the Seine, the wind has died 109
- The boughs lay withered beyond the brow 1
- The cars on the rail line are stacked up 71
- The closer to the ground, the more fictional 58
- The clouds lie over the land near Avignon 70
- The country is not pastoral: it was 67
- The cusp of the dark falls on Central Park 13
- The dead stars rise over the ridge, the garden 79
- The dog beyond the gate barked, as if 22
- The embarrassment of words abandons us 43
- The fen stretches out like prairie, the canals 6
- The garden in the ruined abbey brims 4
- The Georgian calms the world about, hills slant 102
- The hawthorn trembles in rain and ice 44
- The hills are burial mounds: the oaks drape 101
- The nuclear power plants smoke over the land 69
- The renitency of the will opposes all 26
- The scree on the beach was lost in your breath 25
- The sea scrubs the rock, the clouds on the cape 27
- The season of our wooing, a stillness now, 84
- The shadows of the evening still across 92
- The sparrow on the trough is world enough 3
- The speculation of music has 103
- The tongue is spare: the wind lifts on the dirt road 20
- The turquoise water is not faked on a postcard. 28
- The warehouses, spills, heaps, strews, broken waste 75
- The way trains move, poetry moves 61
- The white cliffs above Cassis 91
- The wind was slapping the water, and the surf 105
- The winds rise over the plain outside Paris 35
- The windows of the moon have cast 29
- The winter of our breath was the blue 9
- There was a window on the stars, the cusp 31
- There was jazz playing in a room away 34
- There were stones there were knives 39
- There’s something about a train that is like 97
- These eyes, joints, gums ache with an age 95
- They married looking out to sea, the west 7
- They were quartering us in these streets 30
- This harvest is the sap that moves in us, 21
- This night, like the vanity of death, 50
- Those catacombs, stacked with skulls and bones 60
- Through the threshold the pollen draws, the light 46
- Till we fled Calais these two terrains 36
- Vexation burned when the sun beat on the waves 19
- We rose from dust on a day not of our 104
- What is not said in the garden 2
- What of the furtive thief of love stealing 106
- When I was young the world was young: you know 48
- When Venus moved her headquarters, she sighed 57
- Who would hear me above the surf, the remains 78
- Why is it the poplar leaves turn in the sun 73
- Window night-frame time of the moon 37
- Winter has its verges, not a green snow 81
- World, breath, disinherited us, even 85
- You don’t have to be Richard the Third 107
- You sang, black Madonna, your breasts more perfect 12
- You sculch my secret signs, as though I illude 24
- You see before you a man more ridiculous 63
- You watch the dying light after the star 96
- Your arms are not a trope, and hyperbole 53
- Your face was the chalk in these hills 5
- Your heart is knapped flint, or is it mine? 99