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Abiding snake, 273
A bleakness about the place, with the
wind keen, 186
A chill gray day and a wind began to
blow, 214
A clear mind, 396
A friend dislikes the Day, 129
After he concluded that, 295
After the loud storm she lay off shore
low, 203
A globe of bright haze..., 268
A green bush in the shower, 150
A hot breath off the land at my turnback
spot, 187
All around the infrequent little towns,
All tired out in the morning, 162
A long time since he'd been here, 40
A low fog bank to run inside today, 205
A malformed and much sophisticated
world, 162
...and a low wind in the alder grove, 102
And is the answer `Yes'?, 79
And I wake up, 158
And I woke up this morning, 157
...and leaving, then, 169
And no thanks for this power of vision,
...and still, deep down..., 176
And such, 148
An inordinate attachment, 85
A photographer sets his tripod up and
waits, 213
A quiet, cool, spring morning, 234
At 3:00 a.m. out of bed, 67
A thousand sheep crowding the
mountain road, 15
At last the big moon cleared the grove
on the seacliff , 65
At my desk, the house still, 247
A trout stream in the high Rockies, 156
At the museum (O Mousa) I learn, 241
At the reading -- somewhat country-boy,
At the water's edge a baby smacks the
beach, 213
August, a full moon, 130
Autumn, an island, 140
Back from a trip up north, 130
Bad omen in the morning and once
more, 183
Beach wide and fl at. I run, dully, on a
sheet, 189
Below St. Mary's retreat, 143
Be with me, powers, 273
Blazing November. The wrongness of
this weather..., 186
Brought in unawares -- suddenly, 164
But the water -- a half-inch deep there,
sidling in, 190
By means long since too commonplace
to mention, 174
Chill air and the sea sunk, like a lake,
Clear from the entrance I could see the
spray, 198
Cold and from the wrong direction, 157
Cold dead light, and the beach, from the
long rain, 215
Cold spatter of rain, then wind..., 192
Index of First Lines