Index of Poems

A Snowy Day in School 20

A Winter’s Tale 30

A Young Wife 48

A Youth Mowing 50

Almond Blossom 106

At the window 37

 

Baby Tortoise 69

Bare Almond-Trees 105

Bare Fig-Trees 103

Basta! 149

Bat 117

Bavarian Gentians 158

Bei Hennef 3

Bombardment 63

Brooding Grief 38

Butterfly 157

 

Can’t Be Bourne 149

Cherry Robbers 3

Coming Awake 57

Conundrums 150

Cypresses 100

 

Discipline 31

Discord in Childhood 29

 

Eagle in New Mexico 132

Endless Anxiety 36

 

Figs 93

Frohnleichnam 46

 

Gloire de Dijon 49

Good Husbands Make Unhappy Wives 144

Grapes 96

 

How Beastly the Bourgeois Is 141

Humming-Bird 132

 

Image-Making Love 167

In a Spanish Tram-Car 169

Intimates 168

 

Last Lesson of the Afternoon 22

Last Words to Miriam 35

Letter from Town: The Almond-Tree 57

Lizard 150

Lord Tennyson and Lord Melchett 170

Lui et Elle 76

 

Malade 38

Man and Bat 119

Maximus 156

Medlars and Sorb-Apples 91

Meeting Among the Mountains 51

Middle of the World 156

Misery 50

 

Nostalgia 65

 

On the Balcony 46

 

Peace 99

Peach 90

Piano 60

Piccadilly Circus at Night (Street-Walkers) 59

Pomegranate 89

Purple Anemones 109

 

Red-Herring 147

River Roses 49

Ruination 65

 

Scent of Irises 34

Self-Pity 146

Shades 64

She Looks Back 43

Sicilian Cyclamens 112

Snake 125

Sorrow 37

Spring Morning 53

Storm in the Black Forest 170

Swan 142

 

The Argonauts 155

The Ass 135

The Best of School 21

The Collier’s Wife 15

The Drained Cup 17

The Elephant is Slow to Mate 145

The Emotional Friend 167

The Greeks are Coming! 155

The Little Wowser 148

The Mess of Love 146

The Mosquito 114

The Noble Englishman 143

The Saddest Day 151

The Ship of Death 159

The Uprooted 168

The White Horse 171

The Wild Common 27

Thief in the Night 58

Tortoise Family Connections 74

Tortoise Gallantry 80

Tortoise Shell 72

Tortoise Shout 81

To Women, as Far as I’m Concerned 149

Trees in the Garden 169

Turkey-Cock 128

Twofold 58

 

Violets 4

 

Weeknight Service 29

Whether or Not 6

Winter-Lull 63

 

Index of First Lines

A faint, sickening scent of irises 34

A lizard ran out on a rock and looked up, listening 150

A snake came to my water-trough 125

A yellow leaf, from the darkness 38

Ah in the thunder air 169

Ah, through the open door 53

All the long school-hours, round the irregular hum of the class 20

And now 167

Any woman who says to me 149

At evening, sitting on this terrace, 117

 

Because of the silent snow, we are all hushed into Awe. 63

Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward, strong beyond the garden wall! 157

By the Isar, in the twilight 49

 

Don’t you care for my love? she said bitterly. 168

‘Dost tha hear my horse’s feet, as he canters away? 170

Dunna thee tell me it’s his’n mother, 6

 

Even iron can put forth, 106

 

Far-off 142

Fig-trees, weird fig-trees 103

 

God is older than the sun and moon 156

Good husbands make unhappy wives 144

 

He said to me: You don’t trust me! 167

How beastly the bourgeois is 141

How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving 58

 

I can imagine, in some otherworld 132

I know a noble Englishman 143

I love you, rotten, 91

I never saw a wild thing 146

I thought he was dumb 81

In front of the sombre mountains, a faint, lost ribbon of rainbow; 46

It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the panes; 31

 

Last night a thief came to me 58

Little islands out at sea, on the horizon 155

 

Making his advances 80

My father was a working man 147

 

Not every man has gentians in his house 158

Now it is almost night, from the bronzey soft sky 170

Now it is autumn and the falling fruit 159

 

On he goes, the little one, 74

Out of this oubliette between the mountains 50

Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips 29

 

Peace is written on the doorstep 99

People who complain of loneliness must have lost something 168

 

Shall I tell you, then, how it is?— 64

She fanned herself with a violet fan 169

She is large and matronly 76

Sister, tha knows while we was on th’ planks 4

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; 60

So many fruits come from roses, 96

Somebody’s knockin’ at th’ door 15

 

Tell me a word 150

The blinds are drawn because of the sun, 21

The Cross, the Cross 72

The elephant, the huge old beast, 145

The feelings I don’t have I don’t have. 149

The five old bells 29

The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, 36

The little pansies by the road have turned 51

The little river twittering in the twilight, 3

The long-drawn bray of the ass 135

The pain of loving you 48

The pale bubbles, 43

The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters 37

The proper way to eat a fig, in society, 93

The quick sparks on the gorse-bushes are leaping 27

The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window 38

The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist 65

The town has opened to the sun. 63

The waning moon looks upward; this grey night 65

The youth walks up to the white horse, to put his halter on 171

There are four men mowing down by the Isar; 50

There is a little wowser 148

This sea will never die, neither will it ever grow old 156

They are not dead, they are not dead! 155

Towards the sun, towards the south-west 132

T’ snow is witherin’ off’n th’ gress– 17

Tuscan cypresses, 100

 

Under the long dark boughs, like jewels red 3

 

‘We climbed the steep ascent to heaven 151

We’ve made a great mess of love 146

Wet almond-trees, in the rain, 105

When a man can love no more 149

When did you start your tricks, 114

When he pushed his bush of black hair off his brow: 112

When into the night the yellow light is roused like dust above the towns, 59

When I went into my room, at mid-morning, 119

When I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the wall, 57

When she rises in the morning 49

When will the bell ring, and end this weariness? 22

Who gave us flowers? 109

Why does the thin grey strand 37

Would you like to throw a stone at me? 90

 

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, 30

You have come your way, I have come my way; 46

You know what it is to be born alone, 69

You promised to send me some violets. Did you forget? 57

You ruffled black blossom, 128

You tell me I am wrong. 89

Yours is the sullen sorrow, 35