A Winter’s Tale (Dylan Thomas Poems)
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
'Find meat on bones that soon have none,And drink in the two milked crags,The merriest marrow and the dregsBefore the ...
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 ...
OOut of a bed of loveWhen that immortal hospital made one more moove to sootheThe curless counted body,And ruin and ...
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-onin the world between the covers of books, such sandstorms and ...
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)In ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
I Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light, Of light and love the tempers of the heart, Whack their ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. (Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in ...
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to ...
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage ...
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone, But strip the ...
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, Would wither up, an any boy of ...
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind ...
Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
Now Say nay, Man dry man, Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor, Should he, for ...
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