| Title of Piece | Prose or Poetry |
| Elegy | Poetry |
| O Make Me A Mask | Poetry |
| Where Once The Waters Of Your Face | Poetry |
| When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer | Poetry |
| When, Like A Running Grave | Poetry |
| When All My Five And Country Senses See | Poetry |
| Was There A Time | Poetry |
| Vision and Prayer [I] | Poetry |
| Twenty-Four Years | Poetry |
| To-Day, This Insect | Poetry |
| There Was A Saviour | Poetry |
| Then Was My Neophyte | Poetry |
| The Seed-At-Zero | Poetry |
| The Hand That Signed The Paper | Poetry |
| The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower | Poetry |
| The Conversation Of Prayer | Poetry |
| Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright | Poetry |
| Should Lanterns Shine | Poetry |
| Poem On His Birthday | Poetry |
| Poem In October | Poetry |
| Our Eunuch Dreams | Poetry |
| Once It Was The Colour Of Saying | Poetry |
| On No Work Of Words | Poetry |
| On A Wedding Anniversary | Poetry |
| Now | Poetry |
| Not From This Anger | Poetry |
| My World Is Pyramid | Poetry |
| My Hero Bares His Nerves | Poetry |
| Love In The Asylum | Poetry |
| Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines | Poetry |
| Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed | Poetry |
| Lament | Poetry |
| January 1939 | Poetry |
| Incarnate Devil | Poetry |
| In The Beginning | Poetry |
| In My Craft Or Sullen Art | Poetry |
| If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love | Poetry |
| I See The Boys Of Summer | Poetry |
| I, In My Intricate Image | Poetry |
| I Have Longed To Move Away | Poetry |
| I Fellowed Sleep | Poetry |
| I Dreamed My Genesis | Poetry |
| How Shall My Animal | Poetry |
| Holy Spring | Poetry |
| Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month | Poetry |
| From Love's First Fever To Her Plague | Poetry |
| Foster The Light | Poetry |
| Fern Hill | Poetry |
| Especially When The October Wind | Poetry |
| Ears In The Turrets Hear | Poetry |
| Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night | Poetry |
| Deaths And Entrances | Poetry |
| Clown In The Moon | Poetry |
| Before I Knocked | Poetry |
| Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait | Poetry |
| Author's Prologue | Poetry |
| And Death Shall Have No Dominion | Poetry |
| Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred | Poetry |
| All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave | Poetry |
| All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever | Poetry |
| A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London | Poetry |
| A Process In The Weather Of The Heart | Poetry |
| A Letter To My Aunt | Poetry |
| The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower | poem |
| In My Craft Or Sullen Art | poem |
| Foster The Light | poem |
| Author's Prologue | poem |
| Deaths And Entrances | poem |
| The Hand That Signed The Paper | poem |
| To-Day, This Insect | poem |
| Twenty-Four Years | poem |
| Fern Hill | poem |
| Then Was My Neophyte | poem |
| I, In My Intricate Image | poem |
| Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright | poem |
| From Love's First Fever To Her Plague | poem |
| On No Work Of Words | poem |
| Where Once The Waters Of Your Face | poem |
| Our Eunuch Dreams | poem |
| Vision and Prayer [I] | poem |
| A Child's Christmas In Wales | poem |
| My World Is Pyramid | poem |
| How Shall My Animal | poem |
| There Was A Saviour | poem |
| Ears In The Turrets Hear | poem |
| Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed | poem |
| Especially When The October Wind | poem |
| I Dreamed My Genesis | poem |
| Should Lanterns Shine | poem |
| Elegy | poem |
| I Have Longed To Move Away | poem |
| Clown In The Moon | poem |
| The Seed-At-Zero | poem |
| A Letter To My Aunt | poem |
| Poem In October | poem |
| My Hero Bares His Nerves | poem |
| Incarnate Devil | poem |
| All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave | poem |
| When All My Five And Country Senses See | poem |
| When, Like A Running Grave | poem |
| This Side Of The Truth | poem |
| A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London | poem |
| Poem On His Birthday | poem |
| When Once The Twilight Locks No Longer | poem |
| I See The Boys Of Summer | poem |
| Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred | poem |
| And Death Shall Have No Dominion | poem |
| I Fellowed Sleep | poem |
| A Process In The Weather Of The Heart | poem |
| On A Wedding Anniversary | poem |
| Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In The Cuckoo's Month | poem |
| Once It Was The Colour Of Saying | poem |
| The Conversation Of Prayer | poem |
| Now | poem |
| Before I Knocked | poem |
| Not From This Anger | poem |
| January 1939 | poem |
| In The Beginning | poem |
| O Make Me A Mask | poem |
| Was There A Time | poem |
| Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines | poem |
| Lament | poem |
| Holy Spring | poem |
| If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love | poem |
| Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait | poem |
| Love In The Asylum | poem |
| All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever | poem |
| Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night | poem |