Index of First Lines
First Line | Title |
a happy-making place |
Beach at North Berwick |
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies; |
‘Margaritae Sorori’ |
All the Hilton boys were in a grandstand |
Night Cricket |
an atmosphere of trust |
Nourishment |
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night |
excerpts from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam |
BUSIE old foole, unruly Sunne, |
The Sunne rising |
by your cousin Ava |
kissed before you’ve even been born |
can’t hold you like this |
for Rhys on the occasion of his 31st birthday, 4thNovember 2016 |
Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. |
Certain springs |
Darlings, I write to you from the moon |
The Woman in the Moon |
Death tugs at my ear |
Death tugs at my ear |
Deep peace |
a Gaelic Blessing |
Did you sleep well? |
I love you in other words |
…dis die blond, dis die blou; |
Dis al |
“Don’t turn on your torch,” |
luxury time |
everything seems so joyous |
After lunch today |
everything seems so simple |
After lunch |
feels like driving |
Sunday afternoon fix |
flushed faces |
Open Gates |
For a dog |
To Meggy (19 February 2014) |
going to sleep to the sound of you breathing |
lucky me |
grateful for the lightening of the sky |
Daybreak |
greet the morning early and with joy |
greeting |
guests departed |
after lunch at home |
Had we but world enough, and time |
To His Coy Mistress |
He ate and drank the precious words, |
A Book |
how much is enough |
old dog (early January 2014) |
I love your feet |
I love your feet |
I opened a book and in I strode |
I opened a book |
I was swimming |
Garfish |
I was the commission’s own captive |
The transcriber speaks |
If I can stop one heart from breaking |
If I can stop one heart from breaking |
in whichever |
Myriorama Moment |
it’s just so enchanting having a dog |
enjoying her (17 December 2013) |
it’s Saturday morning |
Remember when |
just came to see you, Elmarie |
Lala Kahle Cemetery |
later that night |
later that night |
lovely secret time of the night |
lovely secret time of the night |
make new friends |
friends |
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“Meggy!” |
hurts loving you (mid December 2013) |
Meggy gives her companionship so freely |
Meggy (14 March 2012) |
Meggy had a lovely day. |
Meg’s last Christmas (25 December 2013) |
My mother’s old handbag |
Handbag |
my Sat Nav guy is so patient |
my Sat Nav guy |
no-one else here |
making breakfast at Pipeland, listening |
no longer the lap lap, lap lap, lap lap |
sounds lost (late March 2014) |
No room at the Royal |
Tea and Symphony |
Oh enormous baby of the Royal Albatross |
Taiaroa Head |
ow |
the word I hate to hear you say is |
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! |
God’s World |
On the first day |
The Archbishop chairs the first session |
on the night before your wedding |
Poem for Rhys and Michelle |
smiling at the pool |
smiling at the pool |
“Sorry” |
The Giving of Flowers |
the birds sing |
dawn sounds |
The spaces |
Tea and Symphony 2 |
the music pressed me back against my seat |
Sibelius Symphony number 2 in D Major, opus 43 |
the world’s a different place tonight to what it was this morning |
the day we heard the News |
They keep closing the door in my face. |
Poem by Meg (February 2013) |
those who dance are thought mad |
those who dance |
UJehova ungumalusi wami, |
Psalm 23 |
you’d been dropped off at our gate |
After lunch at Quo |
Young Megs I know just how you feel |
Carpe Omnia (early this century) |
Your 13 years of life gave me more joy |
Rest in Peace Meggy Sue 🙁 (22 March 2014) |
we can reverse without worry |
freedoms gained (16 December 2014) |
we can’t hold you like this |
for Bryn on the occasion of his 31st birthday, 27th March 2018 |
we have been seeing these back legs |
Meg’s back legs (early March 2014) |
when you are out with your dog |
when you are out with your dog (2016) |
Whose woods these are I think I know. |
Stopping by woods on a snowy evening |
with your writing paper |
with your writing paper |
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