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| Acknowledgments | |
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| Life and Writing | |
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| This Edition | |
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| Poems | |
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| 1928-1936 | |
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| Transition | |
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| Mourning Dove | |
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| Spirals | |
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| Promise of Brilliant Funeral | |
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| When Ecstasy is Inconvenient | |
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| Progression | |
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| Canvass | |
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| For exhibition | |
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| Tea | |
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| Beyond what | |
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| I heard | |
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| Memorial Day | |
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| Stage Directions | |
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| Synamism | |
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| Will You Write Me a Christmas Poem? | |
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| Next Year or I Fly My Rounds Tempestuous | |
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| Domestic and Unavoidable | |
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| The President of the Holding Company | |
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| Fancy Another Day Gone | |
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| News | |
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| 1936-1945 | |
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| O let's glee glow as we go | |
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| Troubles to win | |
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| A country's economics sick | |
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| Lady in the Leopard Coat | |
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| Jim Poor's his name | |
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| Scuttle up the workshop | |
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| There was a bridge once that said I'm going | |
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| When do we live again Ann | |
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| Missus Dorra | |
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| No retiring summer stroke | |
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| To war they kept | |
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| Petrou his name was sorrow | |
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| The eleventh of progressional | |
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| Young girl to marry | |
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| I spent my money | |
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| Trees over the roof | |
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| New Goose | |
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| Don't shoot the rail! | |
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| Bombings | |
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| Hop press | |
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| Ash woods, willow, close to shore | |
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| The music, lady | |
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| For sun and moon and radio | |
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| She had tumult of the brain | |
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| My coat threadbare | |
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| Mr. Van Ess bought 14 washcloths? | |
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| Not feeling well, my wood uncut | |
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| Remember my little granite pail? | |
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| A lawnmower's one of the babies I'd have | |
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| My man says the wind blows from the south | |
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| Du Bay | |
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| I'm a sharecropper | |
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| Here it gives the laws for fishing thru the ice-- | |
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| On Columbus Day he set out for the north | |
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| Black Hawk held: In reason | |
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| We know him--Law and Order League-- | |
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| The clothesline post is set | |
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| I said to my head, Write something | |
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| Grampa's got his old age pension | |
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| There's a better shine | |
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| The museum man! | |
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| That woman!--eyeing houses | |
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| Hand Crocheted Rug | |
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| They came at a pace | |
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| I doubt I'll get silk stockings out | |
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| To see the man who took care of our stock | |
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| A monster owl | |
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| Gen. Rodimstev's story/(Stalingrad) | |
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| Birds' mating-fight | |
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| From my bed I see | |
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| Asa Gray wrote Increase Lapham | |
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| Pioneers | |
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| Well, spring overflows the land | |
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| Audubon | |
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| van Gogh | |
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| What a woman!--hooks men like rugs | |
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| The brown muskrat, noiseless | |
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| The broad-leaved Arrow-head | |
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| "New Goose" Manuscript | |
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| To a Maryland editor, 1943 | |
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| Summer's away, I traded my chicks for trees | |
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| She was a mourner too. Now she's gone | |
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| Seven years a charming woman wore | |
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| The land of four o'clocks is here | |
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| Just before she died | |
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| Brought the enemy down | |
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| Nothing nourishing | |
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| The number of Britons killed | |
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| Old Hamilton hailed the man from the grocery store | |
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| Motor cars | |
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| Allied Convoy/Reaches Russia | |
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| Depression years | |
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| Coopered at Fish Creek | |
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| A working man appeared in the street | |
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| Woman with Umbrella | |
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| Automobile Accident | |
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| Look, the woods, the sky, our home | |
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| Coming out of Sleep | |
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| Voyageurs | |
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| I walked/from Chicago to Big Bull Falls (Wausau) | |
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| See the girls in shorts on their bicycles | |
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| When Johnny (Chapman) Appleseed | |
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| Tell me a story about the war | |
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| Poet Percival said: I struck a lode | |
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| Terrible things coming up | |
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| 1937 | |
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| Their apples fall down | |
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| The government men said Don't plant wheat | |
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| 1945-1956 | |
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| New! | |
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| (L.Z.) | |
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| Chimney Sweep | |
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| Swept snow, Li Po | |
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| Regards to Mr. Glover | |
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| Sunday's motor-cars | |
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| Let's play a game | |
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| Lugubre for a child | |
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| Could You Be Right | |
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| Look close | |
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| If I were a bird | |
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| High, lovely, light | |
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| Letter from Paul | |
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| Two old men-- | |
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| Paul, hello | |
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| So this was I | |
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| Am I real way out in space | |
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| On a row of cabins/next my home | |
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| In moonlight lies | |
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| The cabin door flew open | |
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| The elegant office girl | |
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| When brown folk lived a distance | |
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| For Paul and Other Poems | |
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| For Paul | |
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| Paul | |
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| What bird would light | |
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| Nearly landless and on the way to water | |
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| Understand me, dead is nothing | |
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| How bright you'll find young people | |
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| If he is of constant depth | |
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| The young ones go away to school | |
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| Some have chimes | |
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| O Tannenbaum | |
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| In the great snowfall before the bomb | |
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| Not all that's heard is music. We leave | |
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| Tell me a story about the war | |
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| Laval, Pomeret, Petain | |
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| Thure Kumlien | |
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| Shut up in woods | |
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| Your father to me in your eighth summer | |
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| To Paul now old enough to read | |
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| What horror to awake at night | |
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| Sorrow moves in wide waves | |
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| Jesse James and his brother Frank | |
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| May you have lumps in your mashed potatoes | |
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| Old Mother turns blue and from us | |
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| I hear the weather | |
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| Dead | |
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| Can knowledge be conveyed that isn't felt? | |
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| Ten o'clock | |
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| Adirondack Summer | |
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| The slip of a girl-announcer | |
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| Now go to the party | |
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| Dear Paul | |
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| My father said "I remember | |
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| You know, he said, they used to make | |
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| He built four houses | |
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| In Europe they grow a new bean while here | |
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| Paul/when the leaves | |
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| I've been away from poetry | |
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| I am sick with the Time's buying sickness | |
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| The death of my poor father | |
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| To Aeneas who closed his piano | |
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| My friend the black and white collie | |
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| "Oh ivy green | |
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| As I shook the dust | |
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| They live a cool distance | |
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| Violin Debut | |
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| Other Poems | |
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| Horse, hello | |
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| Energy glows at the lips-- | |
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| Hi, Hot-and-Humid | |
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| Woman in middle life | |
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| We physicians watch the juices rise | |
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| 1937 | |
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| European Travel/(Nazi New Order) | |
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| Depression years | |
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| So you're married, young man | |
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| She grew where every spring | |
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| I sit in my own house | |
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| On bearing/the wood pewee | |
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| Along the river | |
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| He moved in light | |
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| Keen and lovely man moved as in a dance | |
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| He lived--childhood summers | |
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| I rose from marsh mud | |
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| Dear Mona, Mary and all | |
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| Don't tell me property is sacred! | |
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| Wartime | |
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| February almost March bites the cold | |
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| People, people-- | |
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| July, waxwings | |
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| Old man who seined | |
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| Mother is dead | |
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| The graves | |
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| Kepler | |
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| Bonpland | |
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| Happy New Year | |
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| 1957-1959 | |
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| Linnaeus in Lapland | |
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| Fog-thick morning-- | |
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| Hear | |
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| Cricket-song-- | |
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| Musical Toys | |
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| I fear this war | |
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| Van Gogh could see | |
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| No matter where you are | |
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| How white the gulls | |
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| Springtime's wide | |
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| White | |
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| Dusk-- | |
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| Beautiful girl-- | |
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| New-sawed | |
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| My friend tree | |
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| 1960-1964 | |
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| In Leonardo's light | |
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| You are my friend-- | |
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| Come In | |
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| The men leave the car | |
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| The wild and wavy event | |
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| Florida | |
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| My life is hung up | |
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| Easter | |
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| Get a load | |
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| Poet's work | |
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| Property is poverty-- | |
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| Now in one year | |
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| River-marsh-drowse | |
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| Club 26 | |
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| To foreclose | |
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| To my small/electric pump | |
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| T. E. Lawrence | |
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| As I paint the street | |
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| Art Center | |
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| Homemade/Handmade Poems | |
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| Consider at the outset | |
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| Ah your face | |
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| Alcoholic dream | |
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| To my pres-/sure pump | |
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| Laundromat | |
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| March | |
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| Something in the water | |
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| Santayana's | |
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| If only my friend | |
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| Frog noise/suddenly stops | |
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| In the transcendence | |
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| To whom | |
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| Margaret Fuller | |
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| Watching dan-/cers on skates | |
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| Hospital Kitchen | |
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| Chicory flower/on campus | |
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| Fall ("Early morning corn") | |
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| LZ's | |
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| Letter from Ian | |
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| Some float off on chocolate bars | |
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| I knew a clean man | |
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| Scythe | |
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| So he said/on radio | |
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| I visit/the graves | |
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| For best work | |
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| The obliteration | |
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| Spring | |
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| The park/"a darling walk/for the mind" | |
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| Who was Mary Shelley? | |
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| Wild strawberries | |
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| 1965-1967 | |
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| Autumn | |
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| Last night the trash barrel | |
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| The boy tossed the news | |
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| Popcorn-can cover | |
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| Truth | |
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| Lights, lifts | |
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| O late fall | |
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| Churchill's Death | |
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| The Badlands | |
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| A student | |
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| Bird singing | |
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| Easter Greeting | |
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| City Talk | |
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| As praiseworthy | |
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| They've lost their leaves | |
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| My mother saw the green tree toad | |
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| Tradition | |
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| Autumn Night | |
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| Sky | |
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| Nothing to speak of | |
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| Swedenborg | |
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| I lost you to water, summer | |
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| I married | |
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| You see here | |
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| Your erudition | |
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| Alone | |
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| Why can't I be happy | |
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| And what you liked | |
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| Cleaned all surfaces | |
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| Young in Fall I said: the birds | |
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| North Central | |
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| Lake Superior | |
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| In every part of every living thing | |
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| Iron the common element of earth | |
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| Radisson | |
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| (The long/canoes) | |
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| Through all this granite land | |
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| And at the blue ice superior spot | |
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| Joliet | |
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| Ruby of corundum | |
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| Wild Pigeon | |
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| Schoolcraft left the Soo--canoes | |
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| Inland then | |
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| The smooth black stone | |
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| I'm sorry to have missed | |
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| My Life by Water | |
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| Traces of Living Things | |
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| Museum | |
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| Far reach | |
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| TV | |
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| We are what the seas | |
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| What cause have you | |
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| Stone | |
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| The eye | |
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| For best work | |
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| Smile | |
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| Fall ("We must pull") | |
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| Years | |
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| Unsurpassed in beauty | |
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| Human bean | |
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| High class human | |
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| Ah your face | |
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| Sewing a dress | |
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| I walked/on New Year's Day | |
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| J.F. Kennedy after/the Bay of Pigs | |
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| Mergansers | |
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| "Shelter" | |
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| Wintergreen Ridge | |
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| 1968-1970 | |
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| Paean to Place | |
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| Alliance | |
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| Basho | |
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| The man of law | |
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| Not all harsh sounds displease-- | |
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| Jefferson and Adams | |
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| Katharine Anne | |
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| War | |
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| Harpsichord & Salt Fish | |
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| Thomas Jefferson | |
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| The Ballad of Basil | |
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| Wilderness | |
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| Consider | |
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| Otherwise | |
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| Nursery Rhyme | |
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| Three Americans | |
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| Poems at the Porthole | |
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| Blue and white | |
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| The soil is poor | |
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| Michelangelo | |
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| Wallace Stevens | |
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| Subliminal | |
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| Sleep's dream | |
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| Waded, watched, warbled | |
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| Illustrated night clock's | |
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| Honest | |
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| Night | |
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| LZ | |
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| Peace | |
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| Thomas Jefferson Inside | |
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| Foreclosure | |
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| His Carpets Flowered | |
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| Darwin | |
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| Prose and Radio Plays | |
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| 1937 | |
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| Uncle | |
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| 1951-1952 | |
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| Switchboard Girl | |
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| The evening's automobiles ... | |
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| As I Lay Dying | |
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| from Taste and Tenderness | |
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| Notes and Contents Lists | |
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| Notes | |
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| Contents Lists That Differ from Order in This Volume | |
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| Index of Titles or First Lines | |