Over Sir John’s Hill (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
"DEAR marshes, by no hand of man Laboriously sown, My river clasps you in its arms ...
Who are you, who is anybody to tell me I am wrong?I am not wrong.In Syracuse, rock left bare by ...
Dusking amber dimly creeps Over the vale, Lit by the kildee's silver sweeps, Sad with ...
WHIRLED in a shimmer of muslin, satin, lace,They chatter, laugh, and smile; theirradiance glows,And from their loveliness a fragrance blowsWhich ...
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout ...
Wonder, amazement, at the littlest thing marvels in all of creation, faith, attachment in the sound of familiar voices, Voices ...
A man is bringing a cup of coffee to his face, tilting it to his mouth. It's historical, he thinks. ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
I watch the man bend over his patch, a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Color of lemon, mango, peach, These storybook villas Still dream behind Shutters, thier balconies Fine as hand- Made lace, or ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
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