Being But Men (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Being but men, we walked into the treesAfraid, letting our syllables be softFor fear of waking the rooks,For fear of ...
Being but men, we walked into the treesAfraid, letting our syllables be softFor fear of waking the rooks,For fear of ...
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 ...
I Into her lying down head His enemies entered bed, ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
IMyselvesThe grieversGrieveAmong the street burned to tireless deathA child of a few hoursWith its kneading mouthCharred on the black breast ...
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
'If my head hurt a hair's footPack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breathBump on a ...
How soon the servant sun,(Sir morrow mark),Can time unriddle, and the cupboard stone,(Fog has a boneHe'll trumpet into meat),Unshelve that ...
Grief thief of time crawls off,The moon-drawn grave, with the seafaring years,The knave of pain steals offThe sea-halved faith that ...
Out of the sighs a little comes,But not of grief, for I have knocked down thatBefore the agony; the spirit ...
The conversation of prayers about to be saidBy the child going to bed and the man on the stairsWho climbs ...
When I woke, the town spoke.Birds and clocks and cross bellsDinned aside the coiling crowd,The reptile profligates in a flame,Spoilers ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second And to the hollow minute of the womb, From ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
The conversation of prayers about to be said By the child going to bed and the man on the stairs ...
Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at ...
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