Ears In The Turrets Hear (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Ears in the turrets hear Hands grumble on the door, Eyes in the gables see The fingers at the locks. ...
Ears in the turrets hear Hands grumble on the door, Eyes in the gables see The fingers at the locks. ...
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 ...
Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone, But strip the ...
O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the ...
Sometimes the sky's too bright, Or has too many clouds or birds, And far away's too sharp a sun To ...
Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its ...
Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, ...
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a ...
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Shall the blind horse sing sweeter? Convenient bird and beast lie lodged ...
Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as ...
Not from this anger, anticlimax after Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower Bent like a beast to lap ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second And to the hollow minute of the womb, From ...
Once it was the colour of saying Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill With a capsized field ...
And death shall have no dominion. Dead mean naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
All that I owe the fellows of the grave And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates Lies in the ...
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage ...
Now Say nay, Man dry man, Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor, Should he, for ...
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat On the silent ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass ...
I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors' continual cry Growing ...
(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the ...
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