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 ...
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
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 ...
When all my five and country senses see, The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark How, through the halfmoon's ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead ...
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