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

U

n many places. Three solid days in the

Uffizi in Florence. Walking in the drizzle the long approach road to

Fragments of a life

ill describe the house itself // // as

ugly . No such thought would cross my five- // // or eight- or ten-ye

ut one preceding.” // // —James Joyce,

Ulysses . // //

Another senior moment

can // // think of resuming my journey

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

ise officer takes to // // dropping by

unannounced . // // Catch them at it – // // there must be moonshine.

There must be moonshine

// To indulge in the felicity // // Of

unbounded domesticity. // // (not the Pirates of Penzance – apologies

n rolling out its own // // finite but

unbounded space-time continuum // // —cool! // // There are some lov

cold— // // and my breathing is rather

uncertain .” // //

/ has the interval passed by. // // An

uncompleted day // // is not yet to be fixed— // // but each interva

ning is always the morning // // of an

uncompleted day. // // Not until light is fading // // has the inter

e bench // // is piled uncontained and

unconstrained . // // Unused parts from finished or abandoned projects

remainder of the bench // // is piled

uncontained and unconstrained. // // Unused parts from finished or ab

ouse in Peckham, the walls stripped and

undecorated , but with marks and signs accumulated over a century and a

Fragments of a life

On the other bank // // a mud cliff,

undercut and crumbling in places, // // crested by the fuzz of last y

conquer. // // Spiders’ webs among the

undergrowth . // // Look closely: precise angular spirals // // stru

sky looked for deeper motivation // //

underneath their surface combinations. // // Now Brin and Page build

ver felt before— // // something solid

underneath us // // churning the water, // // disturbing our roll, /

zles me. // // Libation pouring, I can

understand — // // Gaea would soak it up when poured on land, // // P

On offerings to the gods

s that I can neither // // control nor

understand . // // 3 sideways: perspiration // // Yet here’s a thoug

d // // // // Of course we’d like to

understand // // the stars and planets overhead // // as well as act

k // // tried to think // // tried to

understand // // tried to write // // tried to write a poem // //

ned to the flames. // // (I completely

understand why people have // // funeral pyres.) Later we scatter th

er the climb, // // the moor is gently

undulating , the path // // well-marked, flat wet stones // // set in

oughts tragic or tender— // // of love

unfinished or of peaceful earth, // // the mill-girl’s beauty or the

ed // // across the rest, looking with

unfocussed eyes // // into the distance down the street. I could not

beneath, a place where something would

unfold , // // something hard would turn to something good // // some

s catch // // smoke curls // // flame

unfurls // // smoke grows // // smoke curls // // smoke billows //

catch // // strike match // // flame

unfurls // // twigs catch // // smoke curls // // flame unfurls //

e apple said), // // to comprehend the

universe // // both in the large and in the small, // // to learn (f

d. // // This is the heat-death of the

universe ; // // the restaurant has closed, // // and that was the la

t by the river lie // // Are rough and

unkempt . Buzzards fly // // Above the weedy hedgerows, by // // The

The Lady’s Maid

its role in the world as the well-known

unknown . // // Oh tell me the truth about x. // //

The truth about x

th small, clear plastic drawers // // —

unlabelled , but the nuts and bolts and washers // // are visible with

ports // // a wild, tufted crown—quite

unlike // // the planted forest, serried ranks of Christmas pine //

er his arrival, // // was buried in an

unmarked grave. // // There were no victors: only victims. // //

Black September

missing. // // The culprit must now be

unmasked . // // It’s becoming quite clear that the hour // // for so

One of our cushions

and take a lurch // // at some acute,

unmeasured angle. // // Last September, meeting you. // // The world

Unnatural disasters // // Pribble and prabble: as // // Nigel’s mara

Unnatural disasters

he house’s existence. We left the room

unpainted for the best part of the 22 years we lived there, and it was

Fragments of a life

ave and lost, // // we let each thread

unroll behind, // // laying down the past— // // until the day, just

n its arms // // a walled garden, left

untended // // for maybe thirty years. A winding path // // leads f

d uncontained and unconstrained. // //

Unused parts from finished or abandoned projects, // // pieces half-c

/ The rule: we should not // // begin

unwrapping till it’s // // light enough to see. // // Below the bulg

Light and shadow

// goes head over heels // // on hard,

unyielding // // rocks and stones, // // falls back under my feet. /

e glimpse inside. A woman leans // //

upon a table in the window, looks // // out into sunlight, over grass

Cape Cod Morning

// Far away and long ago, // // once

upon a time and place, // // the world just so, // // a pretty maide

The world just so

// // Even now, // // I feel the heat

upon my face. // // Twenty three years later, when my mother died //

ld. // // Every step, // // your foot

upon the crust, you think // // ‘This time, it will hold my weight.’

Walking in winter

d. The winter’s chill // // Lies fast

upon the land so ill. // // Seldom now the skylark’s trill; // // No

The Lady’s Maid

ly, far away, the churn // // of waves

upon the sand. Eastwards we turn, // // along the open beach, in ric

Wells in winter

gestures wide. // // The sun and wind

upon the trees outside… // // I try to listen, but my musing strays.

, decades, centuries // // have I lain

upon this sandy seafloor? // // I cannot now recall. // // Up there

zac”. It is a full-length bronze cape,

upright and rounded as if on the shoulders of its owner, but actually

Fragments of a life

Upscale down // // One to forty-five million: Pacific Ocean // // M

they might be in. // // Turn the place

upside down. // // Bedroom again, more drawers and cupboards. // //

Another senior moment

d myself in wooded Janet’s Foss. // //

Upstream again to clamber Gordale Scar // // and rest, and breathe so

Daydream Dale Journey

/ // spellings for the ones you seldom

use // // Better, I can even tell you when // // the sun will rise,

s of loving. // // Did I love enough?

use every day? // // Days for seeing you in different ways. // // Da

e daily. // // (Not by the sun // // —

use moontime // // instead). // //

and route it just right— // // making

use of a network that spreads country-wide— // // from depot to depot

ck. // // Reading a map now, I have to

use spectacles. // // Carry them with me wherever I wander… but // /

made. // // Those that they choose to

use // // to inform or confuse, // // elate or validate or grieve— /

/ // No. No. No. No. // // Dammit,

used them yesterday. Must be somewhere. // // Start again, from the

Another senior moment

News // // They

used to say “hold the front page” // // but the front page // // is

e, shelves no longer // // serving any

useful purpose. // // The clutter covering the remainder of the bench

, or maybe short, // // patch pockets (

useless for cold hands), // // thick felted wool, a monk-like hood— /

Donkeys don’t wear jackets

of the containers // // once had other

uses . The plastic boxes // // were made for slides or toothpowder, t

udith sees something in the shapes, and

using a charcoal stick, makes some small additions. And it becomes a

Fragments of a life

is make connection // // alpha to beta

using this equation, // // then follow that suggestion // // to make

Using your Kettle // // Place the cordless base on a level firm

Using your Kettle

ples, for I am well of love. // // The

usual translation is not raisins // // but flagons. Flagons might in

The well of love

from here, the future is changed // //

utterly . And I have the scars // // to prove it. // // The all-clea

Capricorn suite