In Country Sleep (Dylan Thomas Poems)
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
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 ...
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
IMyselvesThe grieversGrieveAmong the street burned to tireless deathA child of a few hoursWith its kneading mouthCharred on the black breast ...
Unluckily for a deathWaiting with phoenix underThe pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,And for the woman ...
IOnce below a time,When my pinned-around-the-spiritCut-to-measure flesh bit,Suit for a serial sumOn the first of each hardship,My paid-for slaved-for own ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear ...
IOur eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,Of light and love the tempers of the heart,Whack their boys' limbs,And, winding-footed ...
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
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 ...
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 ...
The conversation of prayers about to be saidBy the child going to bed and the man on the stairsWho climbs ...
OOut of a bed of loveWhen that immortal hospital made one more moove to sootheThe curless counted body,And ruin and ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
I Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light, Of light and love the tempers of the heart, Whack their ...
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 ...
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to ...
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 All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
And death shall have no dominion. Dead mean naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as ...
Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, Would wither up, an any boy of ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories