| anyone lived in a pretty how town anyone lived in a pretty how town |
| Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, |
| A child said, What is the grass? A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full |
| Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs |
| A Boy Juggling a Soccer Ball after practice: right foot |
| The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, |
| Birches When I see birches bend to left and right |
| Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyreand gimble in the wabe; |
| The Lamb Little lamb, who made thee? |
| In the Waiting Room In Worcester, Massachusetts, |
| Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things to Worry About My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board. |
| The Portrait My mother never forgave my father |
| Pirate Story Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing |
| deer & salt block One boy is a liar & says there's a block of salt |
| The Retreat Happy those early days, when I |
| Pledge Republic, your cool hands / On my schoolgirl shoulders. |
| "Out, Out—" The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard |
| The Swing |
| Early Memory I remember picking up a fistful |
| Blur Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle, |
| Babylon The child alone a poet is |
| Going Down Hill on a Bicycle With lifted feet, hands still |
| Playgrounds In summer I am very glad |
| Recuerdo We were very tired, we were very merry |
| Untitled [The child thought it strange] The child thought it strange to define words with other words |
| Don't Let Me Be Lonely [There was a time] There was a time I could say no one I knew well had died |
| The Gaffe If that someone who's me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me |
| Untitled [You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old] You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old |
| My Aunts Grew up on the Jersey Shore in the 1970s |
| Lullaby in Blue The child takes her first journey |
| Solar system bedsheets There, behind sunlight |
| The Tower What shall I do with this absurdity |
| From the Lives of My Friends What are the birds called |
| Block City What are you able to build with your blocks? |
| For Some Slight I Can't Quite Recall Was with the pudgy hands of a thirteen-year-old |
| We Are Seven --A simple child, |
| Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age |