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Index of first lines



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A cloud of dust on the long, white road,
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
A flower in a weedy field
African blues
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
a hip hop the hibbe the hibbe to the hip hip a hop and ya don't stop
Although this land is not my own
Always be drunk
always for the first time
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing
Among the leaves and the rolls of moonlight,
A most peculiar guy
And did those feet in ancient time
And I grew up in patterned tranquility
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
And shall it never be again, never? Not on nights filled...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
an unearthly evening. deep- frozen seagulls.
Around every corner an engine grumbles.
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary --
Ask those who know...
A soul in the soul of my people am I
Awake, awake my little boy !
A weasel
Ay, age seven


 
bed calls. i sit in the dark in the living room
Behind a white cloud
Behold, it comes in might
Between going and staying the day wavers
Bring out tea for the tillerman
By noon we'll be deep into it
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone


 
Can I see another's woe,
Cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees


 
Dead men are wisest
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,
Did you hear about the rose that grew
Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.
Don't try to hold on to this
Drink, my horse, while we cross the autumn water !
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,


 
Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
E'vrybody's talking about
Extreme heat


 
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Fateful willow harmony
For many years my heart wanted something for me,
From fairest creatures we desire increase
From rooftop to rooftop
From sunny countries and skies blue


 
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Give all to love
Go 'way from my window


 
Had I been worthy of the love you gave,
Happy the man, whose wish and care
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train,
He had three sons, and they, all three
He isn't looking at anything
Here's the rule for what to do
Her shoulders with fair braids are graced,
He was a blue-eyed giant,
Home walked she from the mill
Hope is the thing with feathers
How can you bear to look at the Neva ?
How doth the little crocodile
How shall I be a poet ?
How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?  


 
I am a fatherless pearl unrecognized by the sea
I am a Man : little do I last
I am not yours, not lost in you,
I am that ocean now in foam and tide;
I -- am your voice, the warmth of your breath,
I and the shore are lovers :
I built my house from barley rice
I cannot be known
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in...
I don't know if you're alive or dead.
I don't want to work away
I face, high over this enchanted lodge, the Court of the Five Cities of Heaven,
If enlightenment you seek, do read this:
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
If I
If I can't do
If it is truth that binds
I found it among curios and silver
If you can keep your head when all about you
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
I haven't locked the door
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice,
I know there are those who ask: Why does he not
I like my body when it is with your
I'm hungry, naked, homeless, through,
I'm looking for a hard-headed woman
I'm 25 years old
In April, in April
Incessant hapiness cannot be borne by anyone.
In my small night, ah !
In the corner
In the event of my demise
In the faded old imperial palace
in time of daffodils (who know...
In Winter when the fields are white
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
I pray to the sunbeam from the window
I said to Poetry:"I'm finished
I sat belonely down a tree
I shall not sing a May song
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
It can't take a joke
it is at moments after i have dreamed
it may not always be so; and i say
It's 1962 March 28th
It's too dark to see black
It's not time to make a change
I want to express my anguish in verses that speak
It was a drab street
It was built of bark and poles, and the roof was full of holes
I used to feel sorry for supermarket trolleys.
I've known rivers
I've learned some things from having lived
I walked down the streets of Nevertosay
I want to write
I was born in 1902
I went down to the river
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart


 
Joyful the moment when we sat in the bower, Thou and I


 
Last night I heard the screaming
Last night while a gust blew peach-petals open
Libster lobster
Life's a pleasant tradition
Listen
Little birds are dining
Little Fly,
Living is no laughing matter:
Longer boats are coming to win us
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Love in her Eyes sits playing,
Love seeketh not itself to please,
Lycée girls were crossing the avenue
Lying in me, as though it were a white


 
Maggie and Millie and Molly and May
Maud went to college
May I feel said he
Miles from Nowhere
Morning song, morning day
My hands
My little girl, my little girl, my little girl
My love
My mind is gone in silent tears
My whole being is a dark chant


 
Never seek to tell thy love
Night comes
Nobody riding the roads today
NO, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Now again in the silent night
Now that I've lost everything to you


 
O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
o god our kaspar is dead
Oh Beloved
Oh Friend, when I began to love you
O hour of my muse: why do you leave me
Oh Soul
Oh, there once was a swagman camped in the billabong,
Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Once upon a midnight dreadry, while I pondered, weak and weary
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Once, when I was young and true
One time there was a picket fence
On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
On the road to Mandalay
O Thou whose face
Our Andy's gone to battle now
O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
Ox that I saw in my childhood, as you steamed
O youngest, best-loved daughter of Hsieh,


 
Petals of spring fly all through the city
Pip Pip Pippety Pip
Please don't take my Air Jordans
Please Mrs Butler


 
railroad yard in San Jose


 
Say not the struggle nought availeth,
She brings a broom at dawn to the Golden Palace doorway
She hangs her head and cries in my shirt.
She is standing on my eyelids
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Show me the way to the next whisky bar
Silence of the night, a sad, nocturnal
Since the feeling is first
Slim Greer went to heaven
Smooth as...
So many stones have been thrown at me
Some small and clammy being
Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
Sons of the South, awake, arise
Spring is like a perhaps hand
Stars streaking clover skies
Stick boy liked match girl
Stingy blueish afternoon
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Stupendous cosmic sneeze
Sundays too my father got up early


 
The advantages of living with two cultures
The air is a root
The air is a mill of hooks
The baby I hold in my arms is a black baby.
The creek went down with a broken song
The difference between poetry and rethoric
The flats are green as ever
The Frost performs its secret ministry
The journey from teeth to throat is short.
The moment when, after many years
The moon goes back to the time of Ch'in, the wall to the time of Han,
The pool player
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,
There be none of Beauty's daughters
There is nothing to be afraid of
There's in my mind a woman
There was a special moment
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
The seagulls by their looks suggest
these hips are big hips
The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient;
The voice that would reach you, Hunter, must speak
The water roared, the water swelled;
The weight of the world
They are not going to answer your greeting
They raised the price of dreams
they say
This is the one song everyone
This is the way that autumn came to the trees:
This life is a lost boon if you
Those who became complete
Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
To be in love with someone is to gain a soul
Today is sunday
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
tonite, thriller was
Too young to have learned what sorrow means
Toughest gal I ever did see
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze
Twenty-first. Night. Monday.
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry
Tyger, Tyger burning bright


 
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend
Upon the treadled singer


 
Watching whitecaps roll into the ocean of blue.
We are the music-makers
We argue about playing the cello. You play and I talk.
Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out
Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Well, son, I'll tell you
With a boomlay, boomlay, boomlay d'boom!
With this cold night-rain hiding the river, you have come into Wu.
what if a much of a which of a wind
What station was I at, pray tell me,
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
When I Became a Poet
when serpents bargain for the right to squirm
When we two parted
Where are my shoes
Where have you gone
While a cold wind is creeping under my mat,
White silver is for blackest days
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,


 
You may write me down in history
Your burnt offspring's smoke will wind
You're sad because you're sad
Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.
You said it loud and I heard you
You that have heard the heartbeat of the night
You will hear thunder and remember me
You will not be able to stay home, brother.