In Country Sleep (Dylan Thomas Poems)
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocks ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
IMyselvesThe grieversGrieveAmong the street burned to tireless deathA child of a few hoursWith its kneading mouthCharred on the black breast ...
Unluckily for a deathWaiting with phoenix underThe pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,And for the woman ...
IOnce below a time,When my pinned-around-the-spiritCut-to-measure flesh bit,Suit for a serial sumOn the first of each hardship,My paid-for slaved-for own ...
After the funeral, mule praises, brays,Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tapTap happily of one peg in the thickGrave's foot, blinds ...
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churchesWhen, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,His beast ...
The hunchback in the park A solitary mister Propped between trees and water From the opening of the garden lock ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
When I woke, the town spoke.Birds and clocks and cross bellsDinned aside the coiling crowd,The reptile profligates in a flame,Spoilers ...
Here in this spring, stars float along the void;Here in this ornamental winterDown pelts the naked weather;This summer buries a ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone, But strip the ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire ...
Sometimes the sky's too bright, Or has too many clouds or birds, And far away's too sharp a sun To ...
(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the ...
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