When I Woke (Dylan Thomas Poems)
When I woke, the town spoke.Birds and clocks and cross bellsDinned aside the coiling crowd,The reptile profligates in a flame,Spoilers ...
When I woke, the town spoke.Birds and clocks and cross bellsDinned aside the coiling crowd,The reptile profligates in a flame,Spoilers ...
When little boys grown patient at last, weary,Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the night,The event will rage terrific as the ...
1There were trains that went in the tunnelsand never came out. The eyes of horsesfocused and trotted to their deaths.The ...
Before I am completely shriven I shall reject my inch of heaven. Cancel my eyes, and, standing, sink Into my ...
This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
In the dirt in the space under the pines A town planner toils roads and structures stone walls of gravel ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
There was a young patrolman who Had large but tender feet; They always hurt him badly when He walked upon ...
The Sheep adorns the landscape rural And is both singular and plural- It gives grammarians the creeps To hear one ...
At a hermitage: A cool fall night-- getting dinner, we peeled eggplants, cucumbers. (Matsuo Basho)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel ...
Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale ...
"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses my love, although she's like a great city to me, or a park that ...
I could stare for hours at her, the woman stepping out of her bath, breasts bare, towel around her waist, ...
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