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, ...
Newmarket or St. Leger . . .Who, in the garden pony carrying skepsOf grass or fallen leaves, his knees gone ...
(High-Chin Bo'Way high up the Mogollons,Among the mountain tops,A lion cleaned a yearlin's bonesAnd licked his thankful chops,When on the ...
and he cried with a loud voice: Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees - Revelation They ...
(Suggested By A Fine Horse, Restive In Youth, But Useful In Age.)IN the cool of a summer evening.'Mid pleasant sights ...
Bill Springer, ranchman, lived south of Dodge,He chose his bride from an Indian lodge.He had a massive, athletic frame,And a ...
On a Friend in a SanitariumAll Virgil's idyls end in sunsets; paleWith death, the past of Dante opens deep;The men ...
Tell me if you can, the rule by which a man Selects his worse or better half. Truly it would ...
You stroll down your road,killing the leaves of fall,crushing the veins of families.On this fourth-last fall of allyou leave what ...
T' Owd .Nurse speaks:THOO climbs at dusk to brekkon hillsA-seekin' a dancin' star,An' nobody will iver larnThoo to see things ...
They'd make a rattlin' roundup, sure,The troubles known to man,If we could gather all the kindsSince this old world began. ...
Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and IArgue about the freedom of the will.My favorite metaphor was Prickett's cowRoped out ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and I Argue about the freedom of the will. My favorite metaphor was Prickett's ...
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