I Make This In A Warring Absence (Dylan Thomas Poems)
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
PRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSELO, praise of the prowess of people-kingsof spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,we ...
TO THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR DECEASED FRIEND,MRS. SUCKLING,WIFE of ROBERT SUCKLING, Esq. of WOODTON HALL, Norfolk. ARE these sad ...
On a fateful day, an unlucky time,Unannounced, it may happen thus:Stifling, blacker still than a monasteryUtter madness descends on us.Bitter ...
She's pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on. Sir ...
THE DUSK of day's decline was hard on dark When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp That shone ...
OUT of the dead cathedral, where dead saintsMark for untold contempt worn, sorry talesMumbled by fatted priests, whose boast be--wailsEarth, ...
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth's first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be ...
[From the Morlack.) WHAT is yonder white thing in the forest? Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be? ...
A frightening stillness will mark that day And the shadow of streetlights and fire-alarms will exhaust the light All things, ...
Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes; But no meat for men is in ...
God's tender care of his church. Isa. 49:13ff. Now shall my inward joys arise, And burst into a song; Almighty ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In ...
'In Paris, at the Louvre, there have I seen The sumptuously-feathered angel pierce Prone Lucifer, descending. Looked he fierce, Showing ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
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