| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Baby Asleep After Pain | As a drenched, drowned bee | | 15 | 1130 |
| 2: | A Baby Running Barefoot | When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass | | 13 | 1175 |
| 3: | A Bad Beginning | The yellow sun steps over the mountain-top | | 30 | 1088 |
| 4: | A Doe At Evening | As I went through the marshes a doe sprang out | | 11 | 449 |
| 5: | A Love Song | Reject me not if I should say to you | | 20 | 571 |
| 6: | A Passing Bell | Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving; | | 20 | 503 |
| 7: | A Spiritual Woman | Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; | | 18 | 473 |
| 8: | A Winter's Tale | Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, | | 12 | 494 |
| 9: | A Young Wife | The pain of loving you | | 26 | 506 |
| 10: | A Youth Mowing | There are four men mowing down by the Isar; | | 16 | 437 |
| 11: | After Many Days | I wonder if with you, as it is with me, | | 16 | 529 |
| 12: | After The Opera | Down the stone stairs | | 14 | 527 |
| 13: | All Souls | They are chanting now the service of All the Dead | | 25 | 495 |
| 14: | And Oh - That The Man I Am Might Cease To Be | No, now I wish the sunshine would stop, | | 8 | 460 |
| 15: | Anxiety | The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, | | 12 | 462 |
| 16: | Apprehension | And all hours long, the town | | 18 | 464 |
| 17: | At The Window | The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters | | 9 | 477 |
| 18: | Autumn Rain | The plane leaves | | 28 | 567 |
| 19: | Autumn Sunshine | The sun sets out the autumn crocuses | | 24 | 495 |
| 20: | Baby Tortoise | You know what it is to be born alone, | | 85 | 417 |
| 21: | Ballad Of A Wilful Woman | Upon her plodding palfrey | | 90 | 425 |
| 22: | Ballad Of Another Ophelia | OH the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, | | 32 | 466 |
| 23: | Birdcage Walk | When the wind blows her veil | | 8 | 404 |
| 24: | Birth Night | This fireglow is a red womb | | 24 | 447 |
| 25: | Bitterness Of Death | Ah, stern, cold man, | | 72 | 426 |
| 26: | Blue | The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over | | 46 | 450 |
| 27: | Bombardment | The town has opened to the sun. | | 12 | 445 |
| 28: | Both Sides Of The Medal | And because you love me | | 38 | 413 |
| 29: | Bread Upon The Waters. | So you are lost to me! | | 20 | 430 |
| 30: | Brooding Grief | A yellow leaf from the darkness | | 9 | 429 |
| 31: | Brother And Sister | The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, | | 30 | 445 |
| 32: | Coming Awake | When I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the wall, | | 8 | 432 |
| 33: | Craving For Spring | I wish it were spring in the world. | | 102 | 445 |
| 34: | Debacle | The trees in trouble because of autumn, | | 28 | 421 |
| 35: | December Night | Take off your cloak and your hat | | 10 | 478 |
| 36: | Discipline | It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, | | 36 | 397 |
| 37: | Discord In Childhood | Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips, | | 8 | 417 |
| 38: | Dissolute | Many years have I still to burn, detained | | 8 | 447 |
| 39: | Dolor Of Autumn | The acrid scents of autumn, | | 28 | 525 |
| 40: | Don Juan | It is Isis the mystery | | 20 | 397 |
| 41: | Dreams Old And Nascent - Nascent | My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes | | 42 | 478 |
| 42: | Dreams Old And Nascent - Old | I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill | | 26 | 420 |
| 43: | Drunk | Too far away, oh love, I know, | | 63 | 455 |
| 44: | Elegy | Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near, | | 12 | 485 |
| 45: | Elegy | The sun immense and rosy | | 15 | 439 |
| 46: | Elysium | I have found a place of loneliness | | 36 | 458 |
| 47: | Embankment At Night, Before The War | By the river | | 24 | 419 |
| 48: | Embankment At Night, Before The War | The night rain, dripping unseen, | | 96 | 390 |
| 49: | Epilogue | Patience, little Heart. | | 13 | 459 |
| 50: | Everlasting Flowers | Who do you think stands watching | | 48 | 465 |
| 51: | Evolutions Of Soldiers | The red range heaves and compulsory sways, ah see! in the flush of a march | | 12 | 366 |
| 52: | Excursion | I wonder, can the night go by; | | 42 | 399 |
| 53: | Fireflies In The Corn | Look at the little darlings in the corn! | | 26 | 499 |
| 54: | Firelight And Nightfall | The darkness steals the forms of all the queens, | | 12 | 481 |
| 55: | First Morning | The night was a failure but why not | | 19 | 513 |
| 56: | Flapper | Love has crept out of her sealéd heart | | 16 | 436 |
| 57: | Flat Suburbs, S.W., In The Morning | The new red houses spring like plants | | 16 | 410 |
| 58: | Forsaken And Forlorn | The house is silent, it is late at night, I am alone. | | 7 | 520 |
| 59: | Frohnleichnam | You have come your way, I have come my way; | | 37 | 493 |
| 60: | From A College Window | The glimmer of the limes, sun-heavy, sleeping, | | 12 | 437 |
| 61: | Frost Flowers | It is not long since, here among all these folk | | 39 | 413 |
| 62: | Giorno Dei Morti | Along the avenue of cypresses | | 16 | 364 |
| 63: | Gipsy | I, the man with the red scarf, | | 8 | 431 |
| 64: | Gloire De Dijon | When she rises in the morning | | 18 | 398 |
| 65: | Going Back | The night turns slowly round, | | 24 | 430 |
| 66: | Green | The dawn was apple-green, | | 6 | 448 |
| 67: | Grey Evening | When you went, how was it you carried with you | | 20 | 392 |
| 68: | Guards! | Where the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, | | 12 | 394 |
| 69: | Heimweh | Far-Off the lily-statues stand white-ranked in the garden at home. | | 8 | 432 |
| 70: | History | The listless beauty of the hour | | 21 | 409 |
| 71: | Humiliation | I have been so innerly proud, and so long alone, | | 43 | 556 |
| 72: | Hyde Park At Night, Before The War | We have shut the doors behind us, and the velvet flowers of night | | 18 | 409 |
| 73: | Hymn To Priapus | My love lies underground | | 60 | 463 |
| 74: | I Am Like A Rose | I am myself at last; now I achieve | | 8 | 511 |
| 75: | In A Boat | See the stars, love, | | 24 | 439 |
| 76: | In Church | In the choir the boys are singing the hymn. | | 12 | 395 |
| 77: | In The Dark | A blotch of pallor stirs beneath the high | | 42 | 933 |
| 78: | In Trouble And Shame | I look at the swaling sunset | | 13 | 430 |
| 79: | Intime | Returning, I find her just the same, | | 51 | 434 |
| 80: | Irony | Always, sweetheart, | | 17 | 599 |
| 81: | Lady Wife | Ah yes, I know you well, a sojourner | | 48 | 473 |
| 82: | Last Hours | The cool of an oak's unchequered shade | | 26 | 436 |
| 83: | Last Words To Miriam | Yours is the shame and sorrow | | 35 | 443 |
| 84: | Letter From Town: On A Grey Evening In March | The clouds are pushing in grey reluctance slowly northward to you, | | 16 | 402 |
| 85: | Letter From Town: The Almond Tree | You promised to send me some violets. Did you forget? | | 16 | 456 |
| 86: | Liaison | A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight, | | 28 | 1006 |
| 87: | Listening | I listen to the stillness of you, | | 24 | 417 |
| 88: | Loggerheads | Please yourself how you have it. | | 24 | 395 |
| 89: | Lotus Hurt By The Cold | How many times, like lotus lilies risen | | 16 | 479 |
| 90: | Love Storm | Many roses in the wind | | 30 | 462 |
| 91: | Lui Et Elle | She is large and matronly | | 108 | 381 |
| 92: | Malade | The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window | | 18 | 450 |
| 93: | Manifesto | A woman has given me strength and affluence. | | 176 | 408 |
| 94: | Martyr À La Mode | Ah God, life, law, so many names you keep, | | 52 | 437 |
| 95: | Mating | Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, | | 45 | 529 |
| 96: | Meeting Among The Mountains | The little pansies by the road have turned | | 48 | 80 |
| 97: | Misery | Out of this oubliette between the mountains | | 16 | 427 |
| 98: | Monologue Of A Mother | This is the last of all, this is the last! | | 42 | 403 |
| 99: | Moonrise | And who has seen the moon, who has not seen | | 13 | 493 |
| 100: | Mutilation | A thick mist-sheet lies over the broken wheat. | | 40 | 484 |
| 101: | Mystery | Now I am all | | 36 | 421 |
| 102: | Narcissus | Where the minnows trace | | 23 | 444 |
| 103: | New Heaven And Earth | And so I cross into another world | | 146 | 457 |
| 104: | New Year's Eve | There are only two things now, | | 15 | 418 |
| 105: | New Year's Night | Now you are mine, to-night at last I say it; | | 15 | 434 |
| 106: | Next Morning | How have I wandered here to this vaulted room | | 20 | 460 |
| 107: | Nonentity | The stars that open and shut | | 14 | 395 |
| 108: | Nostalgia | The waning moon looks upward; this grey night | | 24 | 451 |
| 109: | Obsequial Ode | Surely you've trodden straight | | 39 | 402 |
| 110: | On That Day | On that day | | 20 | 433 |
| 111: | On The Balcony | In front of the sombre mountains, a faint, lost ribbon of rainbow; | | 14 | 452 |
| 112: | On The March | WE are out on the open road. | | 36 | 386 |
| 113: | One Woman To All Women | I don't care whether I am beautiful to you | | 43 | 424 |
| 114: | Palimpsest Of Twilight | Darkness comes out of the earth | | 12 | 424 |
| 115: | Paradise Re-Entered | Through the strait gate of passion, | | 44 | 431 |
| 116: | Parliament Hill In The Evening | The houses fade in a melt of mist | | 12 | 379 |
| 117: | Patience | A wind comes from the north | | 13 | 469 |
| 118: | People | The great gold apples of night | | 14 | 436 |
| 119: | Perfidy | Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door, | | 28 | 438 |
| 120: | Phantasmagoria | Rigid sleeps the house in darkness, I alone | | 28 | 428 |
| 121: | Piano | Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; | | 12 | 456 |
| 122: | Piccadilly Circus At Night | When into the night the yellow light is roused like dust above the towns, | | 14 | 431 |
| 123: | Quite Forsaken | What pain, to wake and miss you! | | 12 | 393 |
| 124: | Rabbit Snared In The Night | Why do you spurt and sprottle | | 45 | 513 |
| 125: | Reading A Letter | She sits on the recreation ground | | 16 | 456 |
| 126: | Reproach | Had I but known yesterday, | | 26 | 431 |
| 127: | Restlessness | AT the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, | | 40 | 464 |
| 128: | River Roses | By the Isar, in the twilight | | 15 | 413 |
| 129: | Rondeau Of A Conscientious Objector. | The hours have tumbled their leaden, monotonous sands | | 20 | 501 |
| 130: | Rose Of All The World | I am here myself; as though this heave of effort | | 36 | 420 |
| 131: | Roses On The Breakfast Table | Just a few of the roses we gathered from the Isar | | 8 | 401 |
| 132: | Ruination | The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist | | 8 | 381 |
| 133: | Scent Of Irises | A Faint, sickening scent of irises | | 36 | 454 |
| 134: | School On The Outskirts | How different, in the middle of snows, the great school rises red! | | 8 | 444 |
| 135: | Service Of All The Dead | Between the avenues of cypresses, | | 16 | 73 |
| 136: | Seven Seals | Since this is the last night I keep you home, | | 44 | 498 |
| 137: | Shades | Shall I tell you, then, how it is? | | 20 | 432 |
| 138: | She Looks Back | The pale bubbles | | 82 | 397 |
| 139: | She Said As Well To Me | She said as well to me: "Why are you ashamed? | | 56 | 479 |
| 140: | Sickness | Waving slowly before me, pushed into the dark, | | 15 | 420 |
| 141: | Sigh No More | The cuckoo and the coo-dove's ceaseless calling, | | 24 | 450 |
| 142: | Silence | Since I lost you I am silence-haunted, | | 16 | 450 |
| 143: | Sinners | The big mountains sit still in the afternoon light | | 23 | 406 |
| 144: | Snake | A snake came to my water-trough | | 74 | 98 |
| 145: | Snap-Dragon | She bade me follow to her garden, where | | 115 | 426 |
| 146: | Song Of A Man Who Has Come Through | Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! | | 18 | 402 |
| 147: | Song Of A Man Who Is Not Loved | The space of the world is immense, before me and around me; | | 16 | 442 |
| 148: | Sorrow | Why does the thin grey strand | | 12 | 510 |
| 149: | Spring Morning | Ah, through the open door | | 36 | 463 |
| 150: | Street Lamps | Gold, with an innermost speck | | 40 | 437 |
| 151: | Study | Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird | | 26 | 424 |
| 152: | Submergence | When along the pavement, | | 14 | 434 |
| 153: | Suburbs On A Hazy Day | O Stiffly shapen houses that change not, | | 12 | 413 |
| 154: | Sunday Afternoon In Italy | The man and the maid go side by side | | 37 | 424 |
| 155: | Tarantella | Sad as he sits on the white sea-stone | | 18 | 435 |
| 156: | Tease | I will give you all my keys, | | 32 | 515 |
| 157: | The Attack | When we came out of the wood | | 32 | 410 |
| 158: | The Bride | My love looks like a girl to-night, | | 16 | 423 |
| 159: | The End | If I could have put you in my heart, | | 16 | 446 |
| 160: | The Enkindled Spring | This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, | | 12 | 543 |
| 161: | The Hands Of The Betrothed | Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, | | 44 | 402 |
| 162: | The Inheritance | Since you did depart | | 36 | 441 |
| 163: | The Little Town At Evening | The chime of the bells, and the church clock striking eight | | 12 | 401 |
| 164: | The Mystic Blue | Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, | | 16 | 415 |
| 165: | The North Country | In another country, black poplars shake themselves over a pond, | | 16 | 414 |
| 166: | The Prophet | AH, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom | | 4 | 448 |
| 167: | The Punisher | I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells, | | 21 | 413 |
| 168: | The Sea | You, you are all unloving, loveless, you; | | 30 | 495 |
| 169: | The Virgin Mother | My little love, my darling, | | 36 | 417 |
| 170: | The Wild Common | The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, | | 32 | 406 |
| 171: | Thief In The Night | Last night a thief came to me | | 8 | 420 |
| 172: | Tommies In The Train | The coltsfoot flowers along the railway banks | | 36 | 366 |
| 173: | Tortoise Family Connections | On he goes, the little one, | | 60 | 405 |
| 174: | Tortoise Gallantry | Making his advances | | 41 | 418 |
| 175: | Tortoise Shout | I thought he was dumb, | | 88 | 408 |
| 176: | Tortoise-Shell | Along the back of the baby tortoise | | 47 | 489 |
| 177: | Town | Used to wear her lights splendidly, | | 28 | 394 |
| 178: | Troth With The Dead | The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon | | 16 | 447 |
| 179: | Twenty Years Ago | Round the house were lilacs and strawberries | | 16 | 398 |
| 180: | Two Wives | Into the shadow-white chamber silts the white | | 90 | 400 |
| 181: | Two-Fold | How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving | | 4 | 414 |
| 182: | Under The Oak | You, if you were sensible, | | 24 | 404 |
| 183: | Valentine's Night | You shadow and flame, | | 15 | 439 |
| 184: | Virgin Youth | Now and again | | 22 | 430 |
| 185: | War-Baby | The Child like mustard-seed | | 12 | 410 |
| 186: | Wedlock | Come, my little one, closer up against me, | | 87 | 413 |
| 187: | Week-Night Service | The five old bells | | 32 | 403 |
| 188: | Why Does She Weep? | Hush then why do you cry? | | 38 | 456 |
| 189: | Winter Dawn | Green star Sirius | | 28 | 537 |
| 190: | Winter In The Boulevard | The frost has settled down upon the trees | | 16 | 453 |
| 191: | Winter-Lull | Because of the silent snow, we are all hushed | | 20 | 464 |
