Poetry for Students

358 Poetry for Students

and retreating, always retreating, behind it (Brazil, January

1, 1502) V6:16

And settled upon his eyes in a black soot (“More Light!

More Light!”) V6:120

And shuts his eyes. (Darwin in 1881) V13: 84

And so live ever—or else swoon to death (Bright Star!

Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art) V9:44

and strange and loud was the dingoes’ cry (Drought Year)

V8:78

and stride out. (Courage) V14:126

and sweat and fat and greed. (Anorexic) V12:3

And that has made all the difference (The Road Not

Taken) V2:195

And the deep river ran on (As I Walked Out One

Evening) V4:16

And the midnight message of Paul Revere (Paul Revere’s

Ride) V2:180

And the mome raths outgrabe (Jabberwocky) V11:91

And the Salvation Army singing God loves us.... (Hope

is a Tattered Flag) V12:120

and these the last verses that I write for her (Tonight I

Can Write) V11:187

And those roads in South Dakota that feel around in the

darkness... (Come with Me) V6:31

and to know she will stay in the field till you die?

(Landscape with Tractor) V10:183

and two blankets embroidered with smallpox (Meeting the

British) V7:138

and waving, shouting, Welcome back. (Elegy for My

Father, Who Is Not Dead) V14:154

And would suffice (Fire and Ice) V7:57

And yet God has not said a word! (Porphyria’s Lover)

V15:151

and you spread un the thin halo of night mist. (Ways to

Live) V16:229

And Zero at the Bone— (A Narrow Fellow in the Grass)

V11:127

(answer with a tower of birds) (Duration) V18:93

As any She belied with false compare (Sonnet 130)

V1:248

As ever in my great Task-Master’s eye. (On His Having

Arrived at the Age of Twenty-Three) V17:160

As far as Cho-fu-Sa (The River-Merchant’s Wife: A

Letter) V8:165

As the contagion of those molten eyes (For An Assyrian

Frieze) V9:120

As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that

is full of beads and receipts and dolls and

clothes, tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes (The

Bean Eaters) V2:16

aspired to become lighter than air (Blood Oranges)

V13:34

at home in the fish’s fallen heaven (Birch Canoe) V5:31

away, pedaling hard, rocket and pilot. (His Speed and

Strength) V19:96

B

Back to the play of constant give and change (The

Missing) V9:158

Before it was quite unsheathed from reality (Hurt Hawks)

V3:138

Black like me. (Dream Variations) V15:42

Bless me (Hunger in New York City) V4:79

But be (Ars Poetica) V5:3

but it works every time (Siren Song) V7:196

But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has

“Struck Out.” (Casey at the Bat) V5:58

But, baby, where are you?” (Ballad of Birmingham) V5:17

But we hold our course, and the wind is with us. (On

Freedom’s Ground) V12:187

by good fortune (The Horizons of Rooms) V15:80

C

Calls through the valleys of Hall. (Song of the

Chattahoochee) V14:284

chickens (The Red Wheelbarrow) V1:219

clear water dashes (Onomatopoeia) V6:133

come to life and burn? (Bidwell Ghost) V14:2

Comin’ for to carry me home (Swing Low Sweet Chariot)

V1:284

D

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? (The Tyger) V2:263

“Dead,” was all he answered (The Death of the Hired

Man) V4:44

deep in the deepest one, tributaries burn. (For Jennifer, 6,

on the Teton) V17:86

Delicate, delicate, delicate, delicate—now! (The Base

Stealer) V12:30

Die soon (We Real Cool) V6:242

Do what you are going to do, I will tell about it. (I go

Back to May 1937) V17:113

Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child

for the past (Piano) V6:145

Downward to darkness, on extended wings. (Sunday

Morning) V16:190

Driving around, I will waste more time. (Driving to Town

Late to Mail a Letter) V17:63

dry wells that fill so easily now (The Exhibit) V9:107

E

endless worlds is the great meeting of children. (60) V18:3

Eternal, unchanging creator of earth. Amen (The Seafarer)

V8:178

every branch traced with the ghost writing of snow. (The

Afterlife) V18:39

F

fall upon us, the dwellers in shadow (In the Land of

Shinar) V7:84

Fallen cold and dead (O Captain! My Captain!) V2:147

filled, never. (The Greatest Grandeur) V18:119

Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays (Cargoes) V5:44

Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep? (Ode to a

Nightingale) V3:229

For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.” (Lord

Randal) V6:105

For nothing now can ever come to any good. (Funeral

Blues) V10:139

forget me as fast as you can. (Last Request) V14:231

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