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Complete Poems

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ISBN-10: 0811215636

ISBN-13: 9780811215633

Edition: 2003

Authors: Basil Bunting, Richard Caddel

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List price: $19.95
Copyright year: 2003
Publisher: New Directions Publishing Corporation
Publication date: 12/17/2003
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 256
Size: 5.20" wide x 8.00" long x 0.70" tall
Weight: 0.550

Ever the maverick, Basil Bunting was one of the most English as well as the most Americanized of modern British poets. Born in Northumbria, in northern England, in 1900, and educated largely at Quaker boarding schools, he declared himself a conscientious objector in World War I and served a term in prison. After a year and a half at the London School of Economics, he traveled extensively-particularly in Paris and later in Italy. He supported himself through journalism, often doing music reviews. During World War II, he worked for the British merchant navy and was then sent to Persia by the government, eventually becoming Persian correspondent for the London Times. Work for an English…    

Introduction
Collected Poems
Preface
Sonatas
Villon
Attis: Or, Something Missing
Aus Dem Zweiten Reich
The Well of Lycopolis
The Spoils
Briggflatts
Chomel at Toyama
First Book of Odes
Weeping oaks grieve, chestnuts raise
Farewell ye sequent graces
I am agog for foam. Tumultuous come
After the grimaces of capitulation
Empty vast days built in the waste memory
...As to my heart, that may as well be forgotten
The day being Whitsun we had pigeon for dinner
Loud intolerant bells (the shrinking nightflower closes
Dear be still! Time's start of us lengthens slowly
Chorus of Furies
Narciss, my numerous cancellations prefer
An arles, an arles for my hiring
Muzzle and jowl and beastly brow
Gin the Goodwife Stint
Nothing
Molten pool, incandescent spilth of
Now that sea's over that island
The Complaint of the Morpethshire Farmer
Fruits breaking the branches
Vestiges
Two Photographs
Mesh cast for mackerel
The Passport Officer
Vessels thrown awry by strong gusts
As appleblossom to crocus
Two hundred and seven paces
On highest summits dawn comes soonest
You leave
Southwind, tell her what
The Orotava Road
The soil sandy and the plow light, neither
Let them remember Samangan, the bridge and tower
Not to thank dogwood nor
These tracings from a world that's dead
Search under every veil
See! Their verses are laid
On the Fly-Leaf of Pound's Cantos
Second Book of Odes
A thrush in the syringa sings
Three Michaelmas daisies
Birthday Greeting
You idiot! What makes you think decay will
Under sand clay. Dig, wait
What the Chairman Told Tom
O, it is godlike to sit selfpossessed
Carmencita's tawny paps
All the cants they peddle
Stones trip Coquet burn
At Briggflatts Meetinghouse
Now we've no hope of going back
Overdrafts
Darling of Gods and Men, beneath the gliding stars
Yes, it's slow, docked of amours
Please stop gushing about his pink
Verse and Version
Once, so they say, pinetrees seeded on Pelion's peak
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his head
All the teeth ever I had are worn down and fallen out
Shall I sulk because my love has a double heart
Came to me -
This I write, mix ink with tears
Last night without sight of you my brain was ablaze
You can't grip years, Postume
How Duke Valentine Contrived
The Pious Cat
Uncollected Poems
Editor's Preface
They Say Etna
Uncollected Odes
Coryphee gravefooted precise, dance to the gracious music
Against the Tricks of Time
Reading X's Collected Works
Hymn to Alias Thor
The flat land lies under water
Gertie Gitana's hymn to waltzing
Envoi to the Reader
Trinacria
A Song for Rustam
To abate what swells
Such syllables flicker out of grass
Yan tan tethera pethera pimp
Uncollected Overdrafts
Night swallowed the sun
Many well-known people have been packed away in cemeteries
Light of my eyes, there is something to be said
O everlastingly self-deluded
Isnt it poetical, a chap's mind in the dumps
I'm the worse for drink again, it's
From Faridun's Sons
Baudelaire in Cythera
Amru'l Qais and Labid and Akhtal and blind A'sha and Qais
Night is hard by. I am vexed and bothered by sleep
You, with my enemy, strolling down my street
The thundercloud fills meadows with heavenly beauty
Hi, tent-boy, get that tent down
You've come! O how flustered and anxious I've been
Ginger, who are you going with
Like a fawn you dodge me, Molly
That filly couldnt carry a rider nor
Snow's on the fellside, look! How deep
Poor soul! Softy, whisperer
Notes
Notes to Collected Poems
Note to The Pious Cat
Editor's Notes to Uncollected Poems
Appendices
Index of Titles and First Lines