Index of first lines
- A corner of a tree-bordered square
- A crescent moon
- A quarter of a mile or more
- After that single fact of life, a death
- After the climb
- Almost accidental, but carefully composed
- Alone in the dark of the night
- Alpha, beta, gamma, delta
- An ordinary suburban junction
- Another day
- As I drift on mirror water, following the bend
- As you stare down the line till you squint
- At one end of the bench in the garage sits
- Autumn wind is bowling on
- Bend the light
- Board anywhere
- … but if the chicken
- Cambridge–Camden 59 miles
- Change in my pocket
- Cold and clear. The tide runs out, the creek
- Consult me in the morning if you will
- Cut a kiwi
- dark forest
- Dark night
- down, not up—as in
- Dr Foster went to Gloucester
- each new beginning
- Earth
- Earth, air
- Far away and long ago
- Farringdon Without (north side)
- Fast asleep
- Fin de siècle
- First I carefully let go
- Five days after Charlie Hebdo, I learn
- flour, water, mix well
- For Robert Graves, the naked and the nude
- From Ilkley’s old stone bridge I trace a path
- From random junctures in primeval winds
- Hanging garden. Send a letter
- Here’s a first-rate opportunity
- High overhead, the geese are flying out
- High up above, at the edges of the air
- Hills? Well, dunes
- —Hold on! It’s going to be a rough ride
- Holiday cottage, the edge of the Lake District
- Homer, there’s something here that puzzles me
- How and where does it all begin?
- How little I really know of your life!
- How many miles to Barnard Castle?
- I could not see what he saw; but I saw him see
- I think
- In any season, some young man will wander
- In far-off times, my best-beloved
- In her very own month of May
- In Norfolk the sign reads slow you down
- In some far-off place we know but little
- In stasis, what’s to do?
- In the beginning was the third
- Jacob’s Rock Drill pierces through the brain
- Jump willing into every word-filled well
- Later, age maybe eight or ten
- Later, my mother will describe the house itself
- london clay, blackened, arsenic
- Looking backwards, I can see
- Lose pay cap
- Margaret Thatcher
- Maybe, for some, the resolution lies
- Milk
- More! I want some more!
- Morning is always the morning
- My sign is Aries. Though it seems a poor
- My sixtieth birthday is nearing
- nanigan brannigan
- No, the singularity is quite absurd
- No time
- North. Go west
- Not distance but weight—that’s how they decide
- November: nights are drawing in
- Of course we’d like to understand
- Of eighteen sixty vintage, the house is flat
- ‘Oh Mirror that hangs on the wall
- One Friday morning when we set sail
- One of our cushions is missing
- One to forty-five million: Pacific Ocean
- Please choose from the following nine
- Pocket
- Pribble and prabble: as
- Raisins are all very well in their place
- Relate to me now the truth about x
- Run all the sails up the mast
- See the crescent moon
- Seven syllables would be
- Shapeless, navy blue or fawn
- shave again
- Something out there, shining, under the sky?
- South wind today. So the breakers
- Start
- Stupidity, I think the gods themselves
- —Tell me
- Tennison’s stream, we know, goes on for ever, his
- That reality in which I live
- That scratching? A poltergeist behind the skirting?
- The beginning is the end and
- The Bendix washing machine was already elderly
- The century turns
- The day after tomorrow
- The depths of south London, 1969
- The dream I dreamt, the dream I dreamt
- The garlic slices the beef granule
- The good Lady Lumley is pondering glumly. “I
- The latest growths are long and barbed
- the Lucy Lavers
- The night mail rattles north to the border
- The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
- The railway line passes near
- The rule: we should not
- The sea is never still. Even in my sleep
- The tide is out, the creek a gentle trickle
- The winding trails
- There is a forty-one year tale to tell
- There was a war
- There was an old Fellow of Girton
- There was an old fellow who swallowed his hat
- There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
- They used to say “hold the front page”
- This train terminates here
- This year it snows on Boxing Day
- Tiny hardness on tiny softness
- Together and together and together
- tried to accept
- Under a gray and lowering sky
- under changing skies
- Under the door the glow is peeking
- Voices far across the valley sound
- Wake
- We take the path beside the wood—the fir
- What do they know, the rain and the air?
- Yellow neon light
- Yes, there will be more
- You all know the story that once