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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
IOur eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,Of light and love the tempers of the heart,Whack their boys' limbs,And, winding-footed ...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
Here in this spring, stars float along the void;Here in this ornamental winterDown pelts the naked weather;This summer buries a ...
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-onin the world between the covers of books, such sandstorms and ...
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 ...
I Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light, Of light and love the tempers of the heart, Whack their ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone, But strip the ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
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 ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
A process in the weather of the heart Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. ...
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second And to the hollow minute of the womb, From ...
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