Author’s Prologue (Dylan Thomas Poems)
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocks ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocks ...
It chanced one day, in the middle of May, There came to the great King SploshA policeman, who said, while ...
Ambos oder Hammer sein. —GoetheMy brothers, in this great world of ours Our hearts have need to be strong,And have ...
Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come, lay aside your gun.The danger zone is past; the gauntlet run.The bark of ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
She sits upon her nest all day, Secure amid the toiling dinOf serpent belts that coil and play, And, moaning, ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
On the Erie Canal, it was, All on a summer's day, I sailed forth with my parents Far away to ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
WANDERING oversea dreamer, Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother, Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood, Child of ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
As you descend, slowly, falling faster past you this snow, ghostly, some flakes bio- luminescent (you plunge, and this lit ...
FOR A VERY LITTLE GIRL, NOT A YEAR OLD. CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD. The sun gives not directly The coal, the ...
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