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 ...
A process in the weather of the heart Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. ...
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to ...
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