Then Was My Neophyte (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
A grief ago,She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower,Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-sided thorn,Hell wind and ...
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 ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
Incarnate devil in a talking snake, The central plains of Asia in his garden, In shaping-time the circle stung awake, ...
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