Altarwise By Owl-Light (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from ...
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from ...
Unluckily for a deathWaiting with phoenix underThe pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,And for the woman ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear ...
After the funeral, mule praises, brays,Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tapTap happily of one peg in the thickGrave's foot, blinds ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
'Find meat on bones that soon have none,And drink in the two milked crags,The merriest marrow and the dregsBefore the ...
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 ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
A process in the weather of the heart Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
And death shall have no dominion. Dead mean naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and ...
(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the ...
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, ...
Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light ...
All that I owe the fellows of the grave And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates Lies in the ...
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths, When one at the great least of your best loved And ...
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, Time at the city spectacles, ...
The sky is torn across This ragged anniversary of two Who moved for three years in tune Down the long ...
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 ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
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