I know this vicious minute's hour --
Sometimes the sky's too bright --
Rain cuts the place we tread --
The morning, space for Leda --
It's not in misery but in oblivion --
The natural day and night --
Conceive these images in air --
The neophyte, baptized in smiles --
To be encompassed by the brilliant earth --
Although through my bewildered way --
They are the only dead who did not love --
When you have ground such beauty down to dust --
There's plenty in the world --
Written for a personal epitaph --
Never to reach the oblivious dark --
Upon your held-out hand --
Now the thirst parches lips and tongue --
With windmills turning wrong directions --
'We who are young are old' --
Their faces shone under some radiance --
I have longed to move away --
Light, I know, treads the ten million stars --
And death shall have no dominion --
Greek play in a garden --
Praise to the architects --
We have the fairy tales by heart --
Ears in the turrets hear --
Shall gods be said to thump the clouds --
The hand that signed the paper --
Let for one moment a faith statement --
You are the ruler of this realm of flesh --
We see rise the secret wind --
Take the needles and the knives --
Not forever shall the Lord of the red hail --
Before we mothernaked fall --
The sun burns the morning --
My hero bares his nerves --
Song (Love me, not as the dreaming nurses) --
Through these lashed rings --
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower --
From love's first fever to her plague --
All that I owe the fellows of the grave --
Light breaks where no sun shines --
A letter to my aunt discussing the correct approach to modern poetry --
Your pain shall be a music --
A process in the weather of the heart --
Where once the waters of your face --
I see the boys of summer --
If I were tickled by the rub of love --
When once the twilight locks no longer --
Especially when the October wind --
When, like a running grave --
All all and all the dry worlds lever --
I, in my intricate image --
How soon the servant sun --
Altarwise by owl-light --
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month --
Foster the light -Today, the insect --
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell --
I make this in a warring absence --
When all my five and country senses see --
The tombstone told when she died --
Once it was the colour of saying --
Because the pleasure-bird whistles --
'If my head hurt a hair's foot' --
The countryman's return --
Into her lying down head --
On a wedding anniversary --
Ballad of the long-legged bait --
On the marriage of a virgin --
The hunchback in the park --
Among those killed in the dawn raid was a man aged a hundred --
Ceremony after a fire raid --
Last night I dived my beggar arm --
Poem (Your breath was shed) --
Poem in October (It was my thirtieth year) --
A refusal to mourn the death, by fire, of a child in London --
This side of the truth --
The conversation of prayer --
Lie still, sleep becalmed --
In my craft or sullen art --
In the white giant's thigh --
Do not go gentle into that good night --
Poem on his birthday (In the mustardseed sun) --
The song of the mischievous dog --
Idyll of unforgetfulness --
We will be conscious of our sanctity --
I have come to catch your voice --
When your furious motion --
No thought can trouble my unwholesome pose --
No, pigeon, I am too wise --
It's light that makes the intervals --
The rod can lift its twining head --
