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 ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocks ...
I Into her lying down head His enemies entered bed, ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
The hunchback in the park A solitary mister Propped between trees and water From the opening of the garden lock ...
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 ...
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 ...
We lying by seasand, watching yellowAnd the grave sea, mock who derideWho follow the red rivers, hollowAlcove of words out ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
Not from this anger, anticlimax after Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower Bent like a beast to lap ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light ...
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 ...
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 ...
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