I Make This In A Warring Absence (Dylan Thomas Poems)
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
Unluckily for a deathWaiting with phoenix underThe pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,And for the woman ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
This bread I break was once the oat,This wine upon a foreign treePlunged in its fruit;Man in the day or ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled ...
Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second And to the hollow minute of the womb, From ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
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