| Title of Piece | Prose or Poetry |
| This Is A Rubbish Of Human Rind | Poetry |
| The Little Horse Is Newly | Poetry |
| The Great Advantage Of Being Alive | Poetry |
| O Sure) But | Poetry |
| Love's Function Is To Fabricate Unknownness | Poetry |
| ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush | Poetry |
| Snow | Poetry |
| Where's Madge then, | Poetry |
| I Am A Beggar Always | Poetry |
| Sometimes I Am Alive Because With | Poetry |
| Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal | Poetry |
| all ignorance toboggans into know | Poetry |
| a pretty a day | Poetry |
| a light Out) | Poetry |
| your little voice... (I) | Poetry |
| youful... (17) | Poetry |
| you shall above all things... (22) | Poetry |
| you said Is (XIII) | Poetry |
| you being in love... (XII) | Poetry |
| yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate... (V) | Poetry |
| yes is a pleasant country... (XXXVIII) | Poetry |
| (will you teach a... (12) | Poetry |
| why did you go... (IV) | Poetry |
| who sharpens every dull... (26) | Poetry |
| who knows if the moon's... (VII) | Poetry |
| )when what hugs stopping earth than silent is... (16) | Poetry |
| when serpents bargain for the right to squirm... (22) | Poetry |
| when life is quite through with... (II) | Poetry |
| when hair falls off and eyes blur And... (L) | Poetry |
| when faces called flowers float out of the ground... (67) | Poetry |
| what if a much of a which of a wind... (XX) | Poetry |
| warped this perhapsy... (9) | Poetry |
| voices to voices,lip to lip... (XXXIII) | Poetry |
| up into the silence the green... (41) | Poetry |
| Tumbling-hair/ picker of buttercups/ violets... (V) | Poetry |
| Thy fingers make early flowers of... (IV) | Poetry |
| this(let's remember)day died again and... | Poetry |
| this is the garden: colours come and go,... (IX) | Poetry |
| there is a here and... (19) | Poetry |
| this evangelist... (XXIX) | Poetry |
| the way to hump a cow is not... (14) | Poetry |
| the Noster was a ship of swank... (8) | Poetry |
| the boys i mean are not refined... (44) | Poetry |
| supposing i dreamed this)... (IX) | Poetry |
| suppose... (VIII) | Poetry |
| Spring is like a perhaps hand... (III) | Poetry |
| spoke joe to jack... (10) | Poetry |
| speaking of love(of... (LV) | Poetry |
| somewhere i have never travelled... (LVII) | Poetry |
| Skating (4) | Poetry |
| six... (21) | Poetry |
| since feeling is first... (VII) | Poetry |
| silence... (40) | Poetry |
| she being Brand... (XIX) | Poetry |
| red-rag and pink-flag... (11) | Poetry |
| proud of his scientific attitude... (13) | Poetry |
| pity this busy monster,manunkind... (XIV) | Poetry |
| Picasso... (XXIII) | Poetry |
| one's not half two. It's two are halves of one: | Poetry |
| once like a spark... (XXIV) | Poetry |
| Of Nicolette | Poetry |
| of all the blessings which to man... (IV) | Poetry |
| O sweet spontaneous... (V) | Poetry |
| now what were motionless move(exists no... (89) | Poetry |
| Now i lay(with everywhere around)... (44) | Poetry |
| nothing false and possible is love... (XXXIV) | Poetry |
| nobody loved this... (4) | Poetry |
| nobody loses all the time (X) | Poetry |
| next to of course god america i... (III) | Poetry |
| my sweet old etcetera... (X) | Poetry |
| my mind is... (XXV) | Poetry |
| my love is building a building... (XII) | Poetry |
| listen... (III) | Poetry |
| lily has a rose... (12) | Poetry |
| Marianne Moore (35) | Poetry |
| If you can't eat you got to... (3) | Poetry |
| if there are any heavens my mother... (XLIII) | Poetry |
| if i have made,my lady,intricate... (V) | Poetry |
| i thank you God for most this amazing... (65) | Poetry |
| i like my body when it is with your... (VII) | Poetry |
| i have found what you are like... (XVI) | Poetry |
| i go to this window... (XVIII) | Poetry |
| i carry your heart with me(i carry it in... (92) | Poetry |
| r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r | Poetry |
| gee i like to think of dead...(V) | Poetry |
| "Gay" is the captivating cognomen... (XVIII) | Poetry |
| Fame Speaks (III) | Poetry |
| enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh... (67) | Poetry |
| ecco a letter starting"dearest we"... (18) | Poetry |
| buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound.... (27) | Poetry |
| but if a living dance upon dead minds... (LXVIII) | Poetry |
| Buffalo Bill's... (XXI) | Poetry |
| between the breasts... (XVI) | Poetry |
| a man who had fallen among theives... (XXVIII) | Poetry |
| Skating (4) | poem |
| if there are any heavens my mother... (XLIII) | poem |
| enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh... (67) | poem |
| suppose... (VIII) | poem |
| Jehovah buried,Satan dead,... (54) | poem |
| ecco a letter starting"dearest we"... (18) | poem |
| Marianne Moore (35) | poem |
| a pretty a day | poem |
| Picasso... (XXIII) | poem |
| your little voice... (I) | poem |
| i am so glad and very... (49) | poem |
| buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound.... (27) | poem |
| flotsam and jetsam... (6) | poem |
| Doveglion... (36) | poem |
| proud of his scientific attitude... (13) | poem |
| Love's Function Is To Fabricate Unknownness | poem |
| gee i like to think of dead...(V) | poem |
| Of Nicolette | poem |
| since feeling is first... (VII) | poem |
| a man who had fallen among theives... (XXVIII) | poem |
| "Gay" is the captivating cognomen... (XVIII) | poem |
| Sometimes I Am Alive Because With | poem |
| as freedom is a breakfastfood... (25) | poem |
| it may not always be so... (XI) | poem |
| once like a spark... (XXIV) | poem |
| lily has a rose... (12) | poem |
| if i have made,my lady,intricate... (V) | poem |
| if everything happens that can't be done... (LIV) | poem |
| i carry your heart with me(i carry it in... (92) | poem |
| yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate... (V) | poem |
| All in green went my love riding... (V) | poem |
| now is a ship... (9) | poem |
| moan... (7) | poem |
| nobody loved this... (4) | poem |
| mrs... (15) | poem |
| there are so many tictoc... | poem |
| Tumbling-hair/ picker of buttercups/ violets... (V) | poem |
| all which isn't singing is mere talking... (32) | poem |
| FOREWORD from Is 5 | essay |
| yes is a pleasant country... (XXXVIII) | poem |
| Snow | poem |
| may i feel said he... (16) | poem |
| kumrads die because they're told)... (30) | poem |
| pity this busy monster,manunkind... (XIV) | poem |
| i thank you God for most this amazing... (65) | poem |
| six... (21) | poem |
| i have found what you are like... (XVI) | poem |
| speaking of love(of... (LV) | poem |
| my mind is... (XXV) | poem |
| Seeker Of Truth | poem |
| the boys i mean are not refined... (44) | poem |
| )when what hugs stopping earth than silent is... (16) | poem |
| This Is A Rubbish Of Human Rind | poem |
| love is a place... (58) | poem |
| nothing false and possible is love... (XXXIV) | poem |
| Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal | poem |
| when life is quite through with... (II) | poem |
| may my heart always be open to little... (19) | poem |
| the Noster was a ship of swank... (8) | poem |
| who sharpens every dull... (26) | poem |
| next to of course god america i... (III) | poem |
| The Great Advantage Of Being Alive | poem |
| O sweet spontaneous... (V) | poem |
| spoke joe to jack... (10) | poem |
| dead every enourmous piece... (XXI) | poem |
| a light Out) | poem |
| Humanity i love you... (I) | poem |
| now what were motionless move(exists no... (89) | poem |
| this evangelist... (XXIX) | poem |
| in time of daffodils... (16) | poem |
| because i love you)last night... (LX) | poem |
| guilt is the cause of more disorders... (34) | poem |
| listen... (III) | poem |
| now does our world descend... | poem |
| who knows if the moon's... (VII) | poem |
| it is at moments after I have dreamed... (X) | poem |
| Now i lay(with everywhere around)... (44) | poem |
| because it's... (10) | poem |
| i shall imagine life... (72) | poem |
| this is the garden: colours come and go,... (IX) | poem |
| warped this perhapsy... (9) | poem |
| somewhere i have never travelled... (LVII) | poem |
| in spite of everything... | poem |
| supposing i dreamed this)... (IX) | poem |
| but if a living dance upon dead minds... (LXVIII) | poem |
| the way to hump a cow is not... (14) | poem |
| you said Is (XIII) | poem |
| red-rag and pink-flag... (11) | poem |
| silence... (40) | poem |
| i like my body when it is with your... (VII) | poem |
| The Little Horse Is Newly | poem |
| INTRODUCTION from New Poems | essay |
| a total stranger one black day... (58) | poem |
| Epithalamion | poem |
| (will you teach a... (12) | poem |
| here's to opening and upward... (41) | poem |
| (and i imagine... (XII) | poem |
| Spring is like a perhaps hand... (III) | poem |
| you shall above all things... (22) | poem |
| i am a little church(no great cathedral... (77) | poem |
| why did you go... (IV) | poem |
| when serpents bargain for the right to squirm... (22) | poem |
| Fame Speaks (III) | poem |
| this(let's remember)day died again and... | poem |
| my girl's tall with hard long eyes... (XIX) | poem |
| Thy fingers make early flowers of... (IV) | poem |
| I Am A Beggar Always | poem |
| if you like my poems let them... (IX) | poem |
| youful... (17) | poem |
| Where's Madge then, | poem |
| up into the silence the green... (41) | poem |
| of all the blessings which to man... (IV) | poem |
| my sweet old etcetera... (X) | poem |
| my love is building a building... (XII) | poem |
| (Me up at does) | poem |
| mr youse needn't be so spry... (XVIII) | poem |
| If you can't eat you got to... (3) | poem |
| there is a here and... (19) | poem |
| i go to this window... (XVIII) | poem |
| in a middle of a room... (XXIX) | poem |
| between the breasts... (XVI) | poem |
| a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon... (LI) | poem |
| !blac... (1) | poem |
| 1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness) | poem |
| anyone lived in a pretty how town... (29) | poem |
| n(o)w... | poem |
| fl... (2) | poem |
| one's not half two. It's two are halves of one: | poem |
| all ignorance toboggans into know | poem |
| when hair falls off and eyes blur And... (L) | poem |
| i sing of Olaf glad and big... (XXX) | poem |
| Buffalo Bill's... (XXI) | poem |
| here is little Effie's head... (III) | poem |
| am was... (5) | poem |
| voices to voices,lip to lip... (XXXIII) | poem |
| 2 little whos... (60) | poem |
| r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r | poem |
| if I should sleep with a lady called death... (III) | poem |
| nobody loses all the time (X) | poem |
| when faces called flowers float out of the ground... (67) | poem |
| what if a much of a which of a wind... (XX) | poem |
| you being in love... (XII) | poem |
| dying is fine)but Death... (6) | poem |
| ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush | poem |
| hate blows a bubble of despair... (43) | poem |
| O Sure) But | poem |
| but mr can you maybe listen there's... (VI) | poem |
| she being Brand... (XIX) | poem |
