Acknowledgements Abbreviations Introduction After the funeral A grief ago All all and all Altarwise by owl-light Among those Killed in the Dawn Raid was a Man Aged a Hundred And death shall have no dominion A process in the weather of the heart A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London A saint about to fall A Winter's Tale Ballad of the Long-legged Bait Because the pleasure-bird whistles Before I knocked Ceremony After a Fire Raid Deaths and Entrances Do not go gentle into that good night Do you not father me Ears in the turrets hear Elegy Especially when the October wind Fern Hill Find meat on the bones Foster the light From love's first fever Grief thief of time Here in this spring Hold hard, these ancient minutes Holy Spring How shall my animal How soon the servant sun I dreamed my genesis I fellowed sleep If I were tickled by the rub of love If my head hurt a hair's foot I have longed to move away I, in my intricate image I make this in a warring absence Incarnate devil In country Heaven In Country Sleep In my craft or sullen art In the beginning In the White Giant's Thigh Into her lying down head I see the boys of summer It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell Lament lie still, sleep becalmed Light breaks where no sun shines Love in the Asylum My hero bares his nerves My world is pyramid Not from this anger Now O make me a mask On a Wedding Anniversary Once below a time Once it was the colour of saying On no work of words On the Marriage of a Virgin Our eunuch dreams Out of the sighs Over Sir John's hill Paper and sticks Poem in October Poem on his Birthday Prologue Shall gods be said Should lanterns shine The conversation of prayers The force that through the green fuse The hand that signed the paper The hunchback in the park Then was my neophyte There was a saviour The seed-at-zero The spire cranes The tombstone told This bread I break This side of the truth Today, this insect To Others than You Twenty-four years Unluckily for a death Vision and Prayer Was there a time We lying by seasand When all my five and country senses When I woke When, like a running grave When once the twilight locks Where once the waters of your face Why east wind chills.