CONTENTS
Dylan and
Delayment
by Paul
Muldoon
Author’s Note
Prologue
I see the boys
of summer
When once the twilight locks no longer
A process in the weather of the heart
Before I
knocked
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
My hero
bares his nerves
Where once the waters of your face
If I were tickled by the rub of love
Our eunuch
dreams
Especially when the October wind
When, like
a running grave
From love’s first fever to her plague
In the
beginning
Light breaks where no sun shines
I fellowed
sleep
I
dreamed my genesis
My world
is pyramid
All all and all the dry worlds lever
I,
in my intricate image
This bread I
break
Incarnate
devil
Today, this
insect
The
seed-at-zero
Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
Here in
this spring
Do you
not father me
Out of the
sighs
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo’s
month
Was there a
time
Now
Why east wind
chills
A grief ago
Ears
in the turrets hear
How
soon the servant sun
Foster the
light
The
hand that signed the paper
Should
lanterns shine
I have
longed to move away
Find meat on
bones
Grief thief of
time
And death shall have no dominion
Then was my
neophyte
Altarwise
by owl-light
Because the pleasure-bird whistles
I
make this in a warring absence
When all my five and country senses see
We lying
by seasand
It is the sinners’ dust-tongued bell
O make me a
mask
The spire
cranes
After the
funeral
Once it was the colour of saying
Not from
this anger
How shall my
animal
The tombstone told when she died
On no work of
words
A saint
about to fall
‘If my head hurt a hair’s foot’
Twenty-four
years
The conversation of prayers
A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London
Poem in
October
This side
of the truth
To Others
than You
Love in the
Asylum
Unluckily for a death
The
hunchback in the park
Into her
lying down head
Do not go gentle into that good night
Deaths
and Entrances
A Winter’s
Tale
On a
Wedding Anniversary
There was
a saviour
On
the Marriage of a Virgin
In my
craft or sullen art
Ceremony After a Fire Raid
Once below a
time
When I woke
Among those Killed in the Dawn Raid was a Man Aged a
Hundred
Lie
still, sleep becalmed
Vision and
Prayer
Ballad of the Long-legged Bait
Holy Spring
Fern Hill
In Country
Sleep
Over Sir
John’s hill
Poem on His
Birthday
Lament
In
the White Giant’s Thigh
TWO UNFINISHED POEMS:
Elegy
Vernon
Watkins’s note
In Country
Heaven
Daniel
Jones’s note
A
Chronology
Index
of Titles and First Lines