Being But Men (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Being but men, we walked into the treesAfraid, letting our syllables be softFor fear of waking the rooks,For fear of ...
Being but men, we walked into the treesAfraid, letting our syllables be softFor fear of waking the rooks,For fear of ...
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocks ...
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
The hunchback in the park A solitary mister Propped between trees and water From the opening of the garden lock ...
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 ...
Here in this spring, stars float along the void;Here in this ornamental winterDown pelts the naked weather;This summer buries a ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees ...
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire ...
Incarnate devil in a talking snake, The central plains of Asia in his garden, In shaping-time the circle stung awake, ...
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to ...
Once it was the colour of saying Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill With a capsized field ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, Time at the city spectacles, ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
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