Content
The book contains 32 poems:
- Ellipsis (...) indicates first line of an untitled poem
| Sequence | Poem title or first line | |
|---|---|---|
| 01I | All catches alight... | |
| 02II | This was your place of birth, this daytime palace... | |
| 03III | The moon is full tonight... | |
| 04IV | Dawn | |
| 05V | Conscript | |
| 06VI | Kick up the fire, and let the flames break loose... | |
| 07VII | The horns of the morning... | |
| 08VIII | Winter | |
| 09IX | Climbing the hill within the deafening wind... | |
| 10X | Within the dream you said... | |
| 11XI | Night-Music | |
| 12XII | Like the train's beat... | |
| 13XIII | I put my mouth... | |
| 14XIV | Nursery Tale | |
| 15XV | The Dancer | |
| 16XVI | The bottle is drunk out by one... | |
| 17XVII | To write one song, I said... | |
| 18XVIII | If grief could burn out... | |
| 19XIX | Ugly Sister | |
| 20XX | I see a girl dragged by the wrists... | |
| 21XXI | I dreamed of an out-thrust arm of land... | |
| 22XXII | One man walking a deserted platform... | |
| 23XXIII | If hands could free you, heart... | |
| 24XXIV | Love, we must part now: do not let it be... | |
| 25XXV | Morning has spread again... | |
| 26XXVI | This is the first thing... | |
| 27XXVII | Heaviest of flowers, the head... | |
| 28XXVIII | Is it for now or for always... | |
| 29XXIX | Pour away that youth... | |
| 30XXX | So through that unripe day you bore your head... | |
| 31XXXI | The North Ship |
Legend |
| 32XXXII | Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair... | |
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