Our Eunuch Dreams (Dylan Thomas Poems)
IOur eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,Of light and love the tempers of the heart,Whack their boys' limbs,And, winding-footed ...
IOur eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,Of light and love the tempers of the heart,Whack their boys' limbs,And, winding-footed ...
'If my head hurt a hair's footPack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breathBump on a ...
The seed-at-zero shall not stormThat town of ghosts, the trodden womb,With her rampart to his tapping,No god-in-hero tumble downLike a ...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of ...
Do you not father me, nor the erected armFor my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?Do you not mother ...
Why east wind chills and south wind coolsShall not be known till windwell driesAnd west's no longer drownedIn winds that ...
I Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light, Of light and love the tempers of the heart, Whack their ...
The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden womb, With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero ...
A process in the weather of the heart Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. ...
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a ...
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 ...
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, ...
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
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