Collected poems

All catches alight

This was your place of birth, this daytime palace

The moon is full tonight

Dawn

Conscript

Kick up the fire, and let the flames break loose

The horns of the morning

Winter

Climbing the hill within the deafening wind

Within the dream you said

Night-music

Like the train's beat

I put my mouth

Nursery tale

The dancer

The bottle is drunk out by one

To write one song, I said

If grief could burn out

Ugly sister

I see a girl dragged by the wrists

I dreamed of an out-thrust arm of land

One man walking a deserted platform

If hands could free you, heart

Love, we must part now: do not let it be

Morning has spread again

This is the first thing

Heaviest of flowers, the head

Is it for now or for always

Pour away that youth

So through that unripe day you bore your head

The north ship

Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair

Lines on a young lady's photograph album

Wedding-wind

Places, loved ones

Coming

Reasons for attendance

Dry-point

Next, please

Going

Wants

Maiden name

Born yesterday

Whatever happened?

No road

Wires

Church going

Age

Myxomatosis

Toads

Poetry of departures

Triple time

Spring

Deceptions

I remember, I remember

Absences

Latest face

If, my darling

Skin

Arrivals, departures

At grass

Here

Mr Bleaney

Nothing to be said

Love songs in age

Naturally the foundation will bear your expenses

Broadcast

Faith healing

For Sidney Bechet

Home is so sad

Toads revisited

Water

The Whitsun weddings

Self's the man

Take one home for the kiddies

Days

MCMXIV

Talking in bed

The large cool store

A study of reading hab

Sad steps

Solar

Annus mirabilis

Vers de societe

Show Saturday

Money

Cut grass

The explosion

Ultimatum

Story

A writer

May weather

Observation

Disintegration

Mythological introduction

A stone church damaged by a bomb

Femmes damnees

Plymouth

Portrait

The dedicated

Modesties

Fiction and the reading public

Oils

Who called love conquering

Since the majority of me

Arrival

Tops

Success story

Continuing to live

Pigeons

Breadfruit

Love

When the Russian tanks roll westward

How

Heads in the women's ward

The life with a hole in it

Bridge for the living

Aubade

1952-1977

New eyes each year

The mower

Dear CHARLES, my muse, asleep or dead

By day, a lifted study-storehouse

Party politics.