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.

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

J

n // // greet each pole like a jumping

jack . // // The bogeys go: click-clack click-clack. // // Raindrops

// // Other pocket? // // No. // //

Jacket , maybe? // // No. // // But which jacket yesterday? Ah, that

Another senior moment

ng up earthworks // // zipping up your

jacket // // tying up your shoelaces // // topping up the tank // /

Locking down too

ket, maybe? // // No. // // But which

jacket yesterday? Ah, that one. // // But no. // // Table by door? /

Another senior moment

Donkeys don’t wear

jackets // // Shapeless, navy blue or fawn, // // three-quarter leng

Donkeys don’t wear jackets

. // // In Friday Market square // //

Jacob van Artevelde makes an expansive gesture // // towards the sett

A poem for free

Sculpting the vortex // // // // //

Jacob’s Rock Drill pierces through the brain // // and splits apart E

Sculpting the vortex

blink you will miss // // the instant

jagged challenge passing between them // // or down to earth. // //

lear stream // // grey mountain // //

jagged mountain // // choppy sea // // swirling stream // // smooth

shoots, // // strong curves lined with

jagged thorns, // // seeking new ground to conquer. // // Spiders’ w

arbles at a time. // // Sometimes they

jam // // and you must release them // // by poking your finger //

on the day but one preceding.” // // —

James Joyce, Ulysses. // //

Another senior moment

al polish, // // jars for all sorts of

jams and pickles. Washers // // and nuts and bolts and screws and ho

ry. // // A crescent moon. // // It’s

Jan , not June. // //

The moon in June

mmune. // // Let snow lie, // // it’s

Jan , not June. // // A blue lagoon, // // the deep blue sky. // //

The moon in June

moon, // // a winter sky. // // It’s

Jan , not June. // // A red balloon, // // way up high, // // with c

The moon in June

une. // // The senses fly. // // It’s

Jan , not June. // // Back home soon // // warm and dry. // // A cre

The moon in June

across // // and find myself in wooded

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

Daydream Dale Journey

January Nineteen Hundred and One // // The century turns. // // Righ

January Nineteen Hundred and One

/ to reach by boat. That place we call

Japan : // // against the sky, a line of those same firs // // looks

iod or layer, // // like the bard from

Japan whose verses never would scan, adds an extra list. // // As we*

ley crew // // of categories in boxes,

jars and tins: // // the larger bolts and nuts and washers, // // fl

throat lozenges or metal polish, // //

jars for all sorts of jams and pickles. Washers // // and nuts and b

ers and fibre sealing rings. // // The

jars hang from their lids, nailed to // // the shelf above. The boxe

tor caused Eve to know // // more than

Jehovah thought she should— // // but keeping us in darkness so // /

cycle paths // // One to two thousand:

Jesus College // // The Chimney; Cranmer Room; Café Bar // // courts

mile climb // // brings us to a hidden

jewel lake, // // soup-spoon-shaped, still half-covered // // in slo

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

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

Daydream Dale Journey

Cambridge when it was still managed by

Jim Ede (he would pick up a Brancusi stone head, or a small cut brass

Fragments of a life

an see all the junk inside. // // grey

John Major // // surely had a wager // // that he could without worr

phologic variations, // // awaiting Dr

Johnson’s ministrations, // // waiting to discover their relations, /

tion. // // Narrow side road curves to

join // // a bend on a bigger road. The pavements // // curl around

South London standoff

rse private finance will // // jump to

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

Troubled waters

/ but they had filled the gap to make a

join // // with the neighbouring block, leaving a row of nine. // //

Peckham 1969—1991

l the houses down the street. // // We

joined the local protest, but to small // // effect. At last we felt

Peckham 1969—1991

born. // // But Maurice Ravel has just

joined // // the Société des Apaches // // (or Bunch of Hooligans) /

January Nineteen Hundred and One

rsing a // // difficult scree but then

joining an easier // // path with spectacular views over Bassenthwait

ced, // // the soft and sensuous flesh

joins love’s embrace. // // Mother and child are two, and now are one

Sculpting the vortex

// // with the cold seeping into each

joint , // // it must be insane // // to expect that a train // // w

// // But that was then. Now the rail

joints are welded, and the dominant sound // // is continuous and hig

A poem for free

west? That was just // // Hitchcock’s

joke . // //

ssing. // // It’s getting beyond a bad

joke . // // Destroying our comfort’s as rotten // // as stealing a l

One of our cushions

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

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

Black September

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

Daydream Dale Journey

// But we don’t notice them at all: the

journey is seamless // // and, in truth, a little dull. // // From B

A poem for free

while I can // // think of resuming my

journey unaided—I // // just have to check on my map for the best way

ng noise of the train. // // Childhood

journeys by rail come back // // to my memory, patterns of clickety-c

A poem for free

ing lines of geese // // more travels,

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

poetry too to posterity speaks; // //

Joyce has his Liffey whose recirculation keeps // // Finnegan going (

e day but one preceding.” // // —James

Joyce , Ulysses. // //

Another senior moment

it made as it spun, a rhythmic staccato

juddering // // with a touch of syncopation. // //

Good vibrations

// // On a New York subway:

Judith and me standing as there are no seats; she is 4 or 5 months pre

Fragments of a life

g can wait. // // I go to work. // //

Judith , artist, // // models in clay or plaster, // // casts in plas

n the right side of your face only. As

Judith had broken in a new pair of boots, we buried the old pair somew

Fragments of a life

/ another crematorium. // // This time

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

ter, // // she says to her dad // // “

Judith is a painter, isn’t she?” // // Yes. // // “Then why hasn’t s

is brush after painting some woodwork.

Judith sees something in the shapes, and using a charcoal stick, makes

Fragments of a life

ome of them to her. Just for example:

Judith Shea’s sculpture in the Hirschhorn in Washington, close to a ve

Fragments of a life

s everyone shuffle up in order to allow

Judith to sit down. They obey her, all shapes and sizes of New Yorker

Fragments of a life

rkers, like lambs. It is a memory that

Judith treasures for the rest of her life. // //

Fragments of a life

// // equatorially // // squeeze the

juice // // leave the pith and pips. // // Papaya, melon: // // pol

ps slanting across the glass. // // We

jump at a sudden sound-blast— // // another train on the next track.

rand and flamboyant adventure—to // //

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

Troubled waters

e catch // // close enough to make you

jump , or far away, // // the thud as one more apple hits the muddy gr

from which I just emerged? // // Did I

jump , or was I pulled or pushed? // // Did I leap a chasm, ford a rag

Capricorn suite

y—of course private finance will // //

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

Troubled waters

Jump willing in // // Jump willing into every word-filled well; // /

Jump willing in

Jump willing in // //

Jump willing into every word-filled well; // // a book should suck yo

Jump willing in

e me to quite a different place. // //

Jump willing into every word-filled well, // // fall, fall into the w

Jump willing in

to her lover’s side makes haste: // //

jump willing into every word-filled well. // // That book will hold a

Jump willing in

, destroy or reconstruct a case: // //

jump willing into every word-filled well. // // That book will tales

Jump willing in

and then // // greet each pole like a

jumping jack. // // The bogeys go: click-clack click-clack. // // R

Type right // // The quick brown fox

jumps over the lazy dog // //

ront garden and the street // // a tee-

junction , and a line of sight // // along a tree-lined road into the

Beds and trees and windows

on standoff // // An ordinary suburban

junction . // // Narrow side road curves to join // // a bend on a bi

South London standoff

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

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

/ A crescent moon. // // It’s Jan, not

June . // //

The moon in June

// Let snow lie, // // it’s Jan, not

June . // // A blue lagoon, // // the deep blue sky. // // The cresc

The moon in June

June // // A crescent moon, // // a winter sky. // // It’s Jan, not

The moon in June

// a winter sky. // // It’s Jan, not

June . // // A red balloon, // // way up high, // // with crescent m

The moon in June

// The senses fly. // // It’s Jan, not

June . // // Back home soon // // warm and dry. // // A crescent moo

The moon in June

o my tune, // // I’ll lead.” But come

June // // it turns out she has feet of clay. // // On the continent

This may be the end

so wide // // and you can see all the

junk inside. // // grey John Major // // surely had a wager // // t