Concordance

This concordance provides an index to every word in the poems, excluding a list of common "stopwords". It may be useful in finding a half-remembered poem, and perhaps in looking at the usage of words in the poems as a whole. It will be readable only on a large screen.

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J

d make me Mrs. // // I’ll-settle-for-a-

jack -in-lieu-of-an-ace; // // You’re dumber than most, and that’s a h

ived ourselves? // // Today, polyester

jackets , unadorned // // Mutely cry out for someone // // To demonst

Magnetic Mountain

ercing bars, // // Soft choking from a

jagged cleft. // // A wax of fire—shrill waning hearts— // // Then s

ark and yours the song // // I sang in

jail . // // Give me some time to blow the man down // //

Jane // // A crown gall, // // they found it indide her body. // //

across // // and find myself in wooded

Janet’s Foss. // // Upstream again to clamber Gordale Scar // // and

Daydream Dale Journey

Decomposed on Westminster Bridge,

January 3, 2002 // // Early in the evening, we left the school.

Decomposed on Westminster Bridge, January 3, 2002

eft. // // Dinner Party. Jerusalem, 21

January 2009 // // ‘I’ll take your coat. Ehud will fix a drink. // /

[I often think of that

January morning] // // I often think of that January morning together

[I often think of that January morning]

y morning] // // I often think of that

January morning together, dreaming // // of nothing as we walked thro

[I often think of that January morning]

re is. // // I keep us cold in a glass

jar // // at our heart's core. // // Helium and hydrogen hauled toge

core. // // I keep us cold in a glass

jar , // // but secretly hope there is // // no possibility of preser

age. // // Absentmindedly I missed the

jar of water, swirling brushes in my coffee. // // As much as I tried

[I often think of that January morning]

ellite” with my scorn tucked in a mason

jar , the one thing left. she only hears whispers, “I just think of him

we’re not in Kansas, anymore

cedars: // // We shudder here with the

jarring noise of chain saws, // // Beginning to write essays that in

[Walcott begins Omeros]

ls. // // What does he see in jugs and

jars ? // // What meaning in these kitchen goods? // // He never tell

[A still life, with ceramic vase]

ter the wires we'll thread through your

jaw — // // We'll build you up better than ever before. // //

ould have come from bared fists against

jaws , // // From tumbling to the concrete, eyes screaming from tear g

Three Pieces of Advice

above // // A pair of hormone-infested

jaws // // From which stomach-swirling growls // // Rattle, // // I

more.] / [Too long.] / [ Winter has a

jealous moon.] // // How’s the course? // // Coursing. // // [And t

Whales sing because they have a song

// // lace, all behind us. // // Your

jeans were rusty // // red, too short. I could // // see the whites

Tridente, 10th September

nd my life bereft. // // Dinner Party.

Jerusalem , 21 January 2009 // // ‘I’ll take your coat. Ehud will fix

has zero to give. // // Consequences.

Jerusalem , 3 March 2009 // // Giggly Hillary // // Met mean Binyamin

page). // // Higgledy Piggledy // //

Jesus of Nazareth // // Born on a solstice // // The prophecised son

d no gold, // // no gems nor coins nor

jewels ; just the old // // and weathered hills, created by some force

Daydream Dale Journey

stuck to my clothes. // // I taste the

jigsaw created by leaves overhead, // // With the clammy fingers of s

he warmth of his ring. // // Fiddling,

jittering , spluttering, crying // // his name like a love-song, // /

Jonathan’s Deathbed

/ // Nil Charge // // High above desk-

jockey Cardiff // // the wild wind // // from the heights of Gwyngac

Nil Charge / Nil Return

// a cool half million. Dead it goes to

Joe . // // If I’ve ‘been DEAD’ am I now resurrect // // and rich, or

Between Life and Death

merry! // // Turkey on a platter from

John Lewis, cinnamon infused bread sauce and incongruous prosecco //

Drink and be merry

rse private finance will // // jump to

join in, but needs time to come through. // // I’ll give it some taxp

Troubled waters

s my mind to whiteness. // // Who will

join me in the temple? // // A hand will skim mine as we present our

warm we came, and roll’d // // Away to

join my sweat and flesh below, // // My knife no place to cling, my l

[What have we done]

t from under the heavy trees // // And

join the boy who bathes in the light of the moon. // //

// // chucked in the towel and had to

join the queue // // in servile severance. // // One afterthought //

was before she was old enough // // To

join their business in the living room. // // She does not see them n

[In my Grandmother’s homeland]

ho’s that?’ and no-one knew. // // You

joined relations that they also threw // // Into the asp-bored sand t

progress flowers— // // An open habit

jointly stitched anew. // //

Three gay rituals

d // // to draw up lubrication for her

joints . // // Or it’s a tree long bereft of its roots, // // a prop

e // // great // // conceptual // //

joke // // about our failure // // to realise // // that riddles //

inly steps // // To cross the road (no

joke in that) // // Catch at only half way there. // // Feathers bla

Urban bird watching

know not if this is an abyss, // // A

joke , // // Or the place I used to know. // // All I know is that th

ugh your words // // and your sardonic

jokes , could // // see your hands shake, could not save // // the ha

Sestina to an English Teacher

is word. // // The crackers sound, the

jokes renowned— // // Thank God for the paper crown. // // Young and

A Hymn to a Loved One

the textbook again. // // 2, said half-

jokingly on holiday in Singapore, but actually just very sound advice.

Three Pieces of Advice

he smell of the raw earth // // like a

jolt // // in the clockwork // // of memory. // // Not here, but el

[The sash rattles up]

Jonathan’s Deathbed // // Jonathan’s deathbed was strewn with salvati

Jonathan’s Deathbed

Jonathan’s Deathbed // //

Jonathan’s deathbed was strewn with salvation in // // gadgets and gi

Jonathan’s Deathbed

There was a bitter, civil // // war in

Jordan . // // There was a gun. // // There was a bullet, stray. //

Black September

n the heights of Gwyngachu. // // They

jostle and press ’til, // // abrading the bolt-rust, // // they burs

Nil Charge / Nil Return

then sat and poured my thoughts over a

journal’s patient page. // // I remember your thick handwriting on th

[I often think of that January morning]

ney to the magic apple tree. // // And

journey also, darkling, through your past // // Journey through your

The Magic Apple Tree

Journey // // From Ilkley’s old stone bridge I trace a path // // ag

Daydream Dale Journey

// // Red and white lights guide their

journey , // // Light foliage for their constant “go”. // // I feel v

the fall of every fruiting time. // //

Journey through the pictures packed like loam, // // The rooting plac

The Magic Apple Tree

Magic Apple Tree // // Someday make a

journey through the rain // // Through sodden streets in darkening De

The Magic Apple Tree

lso, darkling, through your past // //

Journey through your seed time and your summer // // And through the

The Magic Apple Tree

streets in darkening December // // A

journey to the magic apple tree. // // And journey also, darkling, th

The Magic Apple Tree

ing lines of geese // // more travels,

journeys , voyages, expeditions // // more books, more coffee cups //

ng and hoping. let me hear the sound of

joy and gladness so that the bones you crushed can rejoice. it’s waiti

we’re not in Kansas, anymore

// about my first response. Success and

joy // // may be your stated goal but safety first – // // you’re in

Between Life and Death

drink! to winter! and be merry. // //

joy , pride swelling in the belly fear // // the forbidden room //

Drink and be merry

Joy Ride // // // // Oh, and to freeze this: // // you with your h

him, leaving him in the dust. He revels

joylessly and mechanically in the perfection of his thought. Who can h

A Translation of Wallace Stevens’s ‘Notes Towards a Supreme Fiction’, section 1: ‘It Must be Abstract’

impatient, // // but then… bittersweet

jubilation ! // // He was filled up with bliss, ’cause // // he track

The Failing of the Cheese

ddess. // // I praise Venus with every

judder . // // My body is a hymn to Cupid; // // He is in its arches

ce of Red Leicester, // // but history

judged he was not fed. // // So the cat sat, so thin and impatient, /

The Failing of the Cheese

rimeter, rhymed ABAB. How prosaic! My

judicious removal of selected line breaks was universally acknowledged

/ another crematorium. // // This time

Judith has chosen the music, // // a Beethoven string quartet. // //

it’s genuine Limoges); // // The milk

jug from bank holidays // // At Dungeness Lighthouse; // // The rust

ou, // // but each of us, faced by the

juggernaut , // // chucked in the towel and had to join the queue //

, and bowls. // // What does he see in

jugs and jars? // // What meaning in these kitchen goods? // // He n

[A still life, with ceramic vase]

// When I see desire distilled in the

juice that runs // // From tongue to lip to lip’s corner and streams

’Tis pity he’s a bore

s // // The boy without a face. // //

July came, and the woods grew pretty // // Local people left the city

[They saw him walking in the meadow]

notes the piano plays. // // Crescendo—

jump a major fifth— // // And down the tone I never can hear— // //

rand and flamboyant adventure—to // //

jump on the bandwagon he’ll be glad.” // // The Boris is happy. “We

Troubled waters

y—of course private finance will // //

jump to join in, but needs time to come through. // // I’ll give it s

Troubled waters

ines the noble beard to a // // Woolly-

jumpered existence in out-of-the-way places, // // Lounging on a benc

Bearded Thoughts

ht // // hide the fact // // in stale

jumpers // // and behind // // shelves of chipped china. // // I sm

In a charity shop

ccentric professors or men with knitted

jumpers // // (big ideas on rocks and bones in the ground), // // Or

Bearded Thoughts

d grey when // // It appeared, the sun

jumping // // From cloud to cloud. // // The world went waterwards a

[The sun flattened]

he unseizable defying Iphis, // // she

jumps // // to meet the water channelling below. // // Held aloft by

and beginning—for G) // // From random

junctures in primeval winds // // a billion random patterns form—unti

y he stood beneath the willow // // In

June he lay among the yarrow // // Pollen gilding him with yellow //

[They saw him walking in the meadow]

meone new // // playing the part, such

Jungian subtext— // // you are a child a gang of children you // //

tless effrontery // // And imposed the

jungle’s law entirely // // On the dithering herds that daily assert

(or down), // // little hessikan, your

juniper hair // // shines like strands of the sun resting // // upon

tusk! tusk! tusk! tusk! tusk!

// // bits and pieces, odds and ends,

junk , old rope. // // Boarding passes from times they went for broke.

still turf slightly warped. // // Eat

junk ? You might as well rummage through bins, // // barefaced as a B

Chocolate Sonnet

ential, // // Tangential // // To the

Jura // // Mandala. // // As the hadrons collide, // // I’m countin

Small Particles in the Small Hours

zone // // springing the bird to post-

Jurassic flight // // to trade in futures on the wishing bone // //

nd so I // // Dispense with this your

justice // // (It is not vengeance but justice) // // This I give to

those dread ancients // // Dispensing

justice , not mercy // // I grant you, then, your justice // // You w

justice // // (It is not vengeance but

justice ) // // This I give to you. // // Drift, despair, dream // /

ot mercy // // I grant you, then, your

justice // // You will still be beautiful in death. // //

/ Back to the books, // // Back to the

justification , // // The deliberate slow conundrum of complexity (if

[For A Long Time She Stands There]