A Winter’s Tale (Dylan Thomas Poems)
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
The pleasant recollections if the ones that mostly last,But there's sometimes other memories come a creepin' from the ...
In Burke's Saloon, among the crowd,I heard Bill Brewster boasting loud,Boasting loud and boasting longA lot of longshore stiffs among.And ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
'If my head hurt a hair's footPack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breathBump on a ...
A table cloth that's slightly soiled Where greasy little hands have toiled; The napkins kept in silver rings, And only ...
The sea's a place for sailormen in fair or stormy weather;'Round the world and back again they're all good mates ...
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny ...
He was a man of the union clan And a Labor secre-tary.He fell unwell and beneath the spell Of a ...
No one is beat till he quits,No one is through till he stops,No matter how hard Failure hits,No matter how ...
It's funny,But I can never understand aboutMoney.SterlingSets my brain whirling.I am completely downedBy the Pound.As for the DollarIt makes me ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
The bachelor 'e fights for one As joyful as can be; But the married man don't call it fun, Because ...
Even in driving by feeling the sense of relief Letting them rest the dead buried in the ground covering their ...
The lilacs budding, as is the magnolia the ground bare, except for the downed limbs the crocuses coming up through ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
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