Out of the Blue (20 page)

(Titles are shown in italics, first lines in roman type.)

• A candle for the ship’s breakfast,
  225
  
• A cow here in the June meadow
  ,
  63
  
• A cow here in the June meadow,
  63
  
• Adders
  ,
  204
  
• A draught like a bony finger,
  51
  
• A dream of wool
  ,
  138
  
• A fat young man in
  BERBER’S ICE CREAM
  PARLOUR
  ,
  184
  
• After a night jagged by guard-dogs and nightingales,
  168
  
• After midday the great lazy,
  102
  
• Ahvenanmaa
  ,
  196
  
• Air layering
  ,
  141
  
• All the squares of trampoline are taken,
  246
  
• All the things you are not yet
  ,
  235
  
• A lorry-load of stuff
  ,
  18
  
• A meditation of the glasshouses
  ,
  143
  
• A mortgage on a pear tree
  ,
  131
  
• An Irish miner in Staffordshire
  ,
  156
  
• A pæony truss on Sussex place
  ,
  132
  
• A pear tree stands in its own maze,
  131
  
• Approaches to winter
  ,
  75
  
• A pretty shape
  ,
  237
  
• A safe light
  ,
  85
  
• As good as it gets
  ,
  37
  
• A skater comes to this blue pond,
  119
  
• At Cabourg
  ,
  135
  
• At Cabourg II
  ,
  166
  
• At Great Neck one Easter,
  64
  
• At the Emporium
  ,
  226
  
• At three in the morning,
  96
  

• Babes in the Wood
  ,
  216
  
• Baby sleep
  ,
  239
  
• Baron Hardup
  ,
  167
  
• Basketball player on Pentecost Monday
  ,
  241
  
• Bathing at Balnacarry
  ,
  213
  
• Because she told a lie, he says,
  35
  
• Beetroot Soup
  ,
  211
  
• Big barbershop man
  ,
  175
  
• Big barbershop man turning away,
  175
  
• Bouncing boy
  ,
  246
  
• Boys on the Top Board
  ,
  214
  
• Breakfast
  ,
  94
  
• Breast to breast against the azaleas,
  196
  
• Breeze of ghosts
  ,
  60
  
• Bristol Docks
  ,
  32
  
• Brown coal
  ,
  172
  
• By chance I was alone in my bed the morning,
  191
  

• Cajun
  ,
  217
  
• Candle poem
  ,
  225
  
• Candlemas
  ,
  154
  
• Christmas caves
  ,
  51
  
• Christmas roses
  ,
  97
  
• Clearing the mirror to see your face,
  42
  
• Code-breaking in the Garden of Eden
  ,
  126
  
• Coiled peel goes soft on the deserted table,
  88
  
• Cold pinches the hills around Florence,
  122
  
• Cool as sleep, the crates ring,
  74
  
• Cursing softly and letting the matches drop,
  112
  
• Cyclamen, blood-red
  ,
  21
  
• Cyclamen, blood-red, fly into winter,
  21
  

• Dancing man
  ,
  164
  
• Decoding a night’s dreams,
  138
  
• Deep in busy lizzies and black iron,
  199
  
• Dense slabs of braided-up lupins,
  148
  
• Depot
  ,
  17
  
• Diving girl
  ,
  236
  
• Do they wake careless and warm,
  158
  
• Domestic poem
  ,
  71
  
• Drink and the Devil
  ,
  195
  
• Dropped yolks of shore-lamp quiver on tarmac,
  180
  
• Dublin 1971,
  151
  

• Father,
  216
  
• First, the echo,
  234
  
• First, the retreat of bees,
  20
  
• Fishing beyond sunset
  ,
  229
  
• Florence in permafrost
  ,
  122
  
• For all frozen things,
  133
  
• For three years I’ve been wary of deep water,
  103
  
• Fortune-teller on Church Road
  ,
  40
  
• Frostbite
  ,
  240
  
• ‘Fuck this staring paper and table,
  81
  

• Getting the Strap
  ,
  203
  
• Ghost at noon
  ,
  247
  
• Giraffes in Hull
  ,
  14
  
• Greek beads
  ,
  248
  
• Greenham Common,
  80
  

• Hare in the snow
  ,
  229
  
• Hare in the snow cresting,
  229
  
• ‘Has she gone then?’ they asked,
  152
  
• Heimat
  ,
  199
  
• He is the one you can count on,
  226
  
• He lived next door all his life
  ,
  227
  
• Here at my worktop, foil-wrapping a silver salmon,
  228
  
• Here I am in the desert knowing nothing,
  200
  
• Her fast asleep face turns from me,
  86
  
• Heron
  ,
  177
  
• Herring girl
  ,
  58
  
• He’s going on holiday to lonely,
  192
  
• Holiday to Lonely
  ,
  192
  
• How hushed the sentence is this morning,
  43
  
• Hungry Thames
  ,
  244
  
• Hungry Thames, I walk over the bridge,
  244
  

• I can’t say why so many coffin-makers,
  46
  
• Ice coming
  ,
  20
  
• I’d climbed the crab-apple in the wind,
  179
  
• If I wanted totems, in place of the poles,
  218
  
• If no revolution come
  ,
  83
  
• If only
  ,
  38
  
• If only I’d stayed up till four in the morning,
  38
  
• If you had said the words ‘to the forest’,
  186
  
• I hung up the sheets in moonlight,
  85
  
• I imagine you sent back from Africa
  ,
  98
  
• I know that no one dare judge another’s need,
  230
  
• I lay and heard voices,
  50
  
• In a back garden I’m painting,
  69
  
• In a wood near Turku
  ,
  92
  
• In Berber’s Ice Cream Parlour
  ,
  184
  
• In deep water
  ,
  103
  
• I never stop listening to you sing,
  237
  
• In memoriam Cyril Smith 1913–1945
  ,
  99
  
• In Rodmell Garden
  ,
  68
  
• In the chemist’s at night-time,
  77
  
• In the corded hollows of the wood,
  182
  
• In the Desert Knowing Nothing
  ,
  200
  
• In the goods yard the tracks are unmarked,
  62
  
• In the tea house
  ,
  120
  
• In the tea house the usual,
  120
  
• In the tents
  ,
  116
  
• In the weightlessness of time and our passage within it,
  105
  
• In the white sheets I gave you,
  205
  
• Inside out
  ,
  47
  
• I remember years ago, that we had Christmas roses,
  91
  
• I see the boys at the breakwater,
  167
  
• I should like to be buried in a summer forest
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  233
  
• I should like to be buried in a summer forest,
  233
  
• ‘It is finished,’ said Christ. Blood ebbed from his face,
  22
  
• Its big red body ungulps,
  211
  
• It’s evening on the river,
  177
  
• It’s not the four-wheeled drive crawler,
  136
  
• It’s past nine and breakfast is over,
  68
  
• It starts with breaking into the wood,
  55
  
• It was not always a dry well,
  176
  
• It was the green lorry with its greasy curtain,
  18
  
• It was too hot, that was the argument,
  142
  
• It was you I heard, your tiger pad on the stairs,
  45
  
• I’ve approached him since childhood,
  99
  

• Jacob’s drum
  ,
  15
  

• Lady Macduff and the primroses
  ,
  104
  
• Lambkin
  ,
  149
  
• Landscape from the Monet Exhibition at Cardiff
  ,
  93
  
• Later my stepson will uncover a five-inch live shell,
  135
  
• Lead me with your cold, sure hand,
  190
  
• Lemon sole
  ,
  50
  
• Let us think that we are pilgrims,
  155
  
• Little Ellie and the timeshare salesman
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  245
  
• Long long have I looked for you,
  54
  
• Lutherans
  ,
  187
  

• Malta
  ,
  153
  
• Mary Shelley
  ,
  105
  
• Missile launcher passing at night
  ,
  124
  
• Mr Lear has left a ring in his room,
  39
  
• Mr Lear’s ring
  ,
  39
  
• Music plays gently. Yesterday’s morning paper,
  249
  
• My nephews with almond faces,
  79
  
• My sad descendants
  ,
  111
  
• My train halts in the snowfilled station,
  93
  

• Near Dawlish
  ,
  86
  
• Nearly May Day
  ,
  168
  
• Need
  ,
  230
  
• New crops
  ,
  139
  
• Next door
  ,
  226
  
• Next door/is the same as ours, but different,
  226
  
• Not going to the forest
  ,
  186
  
• Now I write off a winter of growth,
  75
  
• Now the snowdrop, the wood-anemone, the crocus,
  104
  
• Now winter comes and I am half-asleep,
  244
  

• O engines,
  139
  
• Of course they’re dead, or this is a film,
  194
  
• Off the West Pier
  ,
  180
  
• Often when the bread tin is empty,
  94
  
• Old Jeffery begins his night music,
  144
  
• Old warriors and women,
  31
  
• Ollie and Charles at St Andrew’s Park
  ,
  90
  
• On circuit from Heptonstall Chapel
  ,
  146
  
• One more for the beautiful table
  ,
  148
  
• One year he painted his front door yellow,
  227
  
• One yellow chicken
  ,
  178
  
• On his skin the stink,
  195
  
• On not writing certain poems
  ,
  162
  
• On smooth buttercup fields,
  156
  
• On the white path at noon when the sun,
  247
  
• O that old cinema of memory,
  16
  
• Our day off, agreed by the wind,
  116
  
• Out of the Blue
  ,
  12
  
• O wintry ones, my sad descendants,
  111