Alan Sillitoe - Poetry

Poetry

  • Without Beer or Bread, Dulwich Village: Outposts, 1957
  • The Rats and Other Poems, London: Allen, 1960
  • Falling Out of Love and Other Poems, London; Allen, 1964; Garden City, NY: Doubleday, 1964
  • Shaman: And Other Poems", Turret, 1968 Limited ed. of 500 copies, 100 copies signed and numbered
  • Love in the Environs of Voronezh and Other Poems, London: Macmillan, 1968; Garden City, NY: Doubleday, 1969.
  • Poems, by Sillitoe, Ruth Fainlight and Ted Hughes; London: Rainbow Press, 1971. 300 copies
  • Barbarians and Other Poems, London: Turret Books, 1973. 500 copies
  • Storm: New Poems, London: Allen, 1974
  • From Snow on the North Side of Lucifer, Knotting, Bedfordshire: Sceptre Press, 1979. 150 copies
  • Snow on the North Side of Lucifer: Poems, London: Allen, 1979
  • Poems for Shakespeare 7, Bear Gardens Museum and Arts Centre, 1979 Limited to 500 copies all copies are numbered
  • Sun Before Departure: Poems, 1974–1982, London: Granada, 1984
  • Tides and Stone Walls: Poems, with photographs by Victor Bowley; London: Grafton, 1986
  • Three Poems, Child Okefurd, Dorset: Words Press, 1988. 200 copies
  • Collected Poems, London: HarperCollins, 1993

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