Why East Wind Chills (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Why east wind chills and south wind coolsShall not be known till windwell driesAnd west's no longer drownedIn winds that ...
Why east wind chills and south wind coolsShall not be known till windwell driesAnd west's no longer drownedIn winds that ...
Grief thief of time crawls off,The moon-drawn grave, with the seafaring years,The knave of pain steals offThe sea-halved faith that ...
Out of the sighs a little comes,But not of grief, for I have knocked down thatBefore the agony; the spirit ...
The tombstone told when she died.Her two surnames stopped me still.A virgin married at rest.She married in this pouring place,That ...
The conversation of prayers about to be saidBy the child going to bed and the man on the stairsWho climbs ...
When I woke, the town spoke.Birds and clocks and cross bellsDinned aside the coiling crowd,The reptile profligates in a flame,Spoilers ...
OOut of a bed of loveWhen that immortal hospital made one more moove to sootheThe curless counted body,And ruin and ...
We lying by seasand, watching yellowAnd the grave sea, mock who derideWho follow the red rivers, hollowAlcove of words out ...
Friend by enemy I call you out.You with a bad coin in your socket,You my friend there with a winning ...
Waking alone in a multitude of loves when morning's lightSurprised in the opening of her nightlong eyesHis golden yesterday asleep ...
On no work of words now for three lean months in thebloodyBelly of the rich year and the big purse ...
Here in this spring, stars float along the void;Here in this ornamental winterDown pelts the naked weather;This summer buries a ...
Shall gods be said to thump the cloudsWhen clouds are cursed by thunder,Be said to weep when weather howls?Shall rainbows ...
This bread I break was once the oat,This wine upon a foreign treePlunged in its fruit;Man in the day or ...
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-onin the world between the covers of books, such sandstorms and ...
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)In ...
There was an old bugger called God,who got a young virgin in pod.This disgraceful behaviourbegot Christ our Saviour,who was nailed ...
I Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light, Of light and love the tempers of the heart, Whack their ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden womb, With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero ...
On no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody Belly of the rich year and the ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
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 ...
The sky is torn across This ragged anniversary of two Who moved for three years in tune Down the long ...
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire ...
The conversation of prayers about to be said By the child going to bed and the man on the stairs ...
The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead ...
O Out of a bed of love When that immortal hospital made one more moove to soothe The curless counted ...
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