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Dylan Thomas

[The force that through the green fuse drives the flower] The force that through the green fuse drives the flower   Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees   Is my destroyer.And I am dumb to tell the crooked roseMy youth is bent by the same wintry fever. The force that drives the water… Continue reading Dylan Thomas

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Dylan Thomas

One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it… Continue reading Dylan Thomas

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Dylan Thomas

A process in the weather of the heart A process in the weather of the heartTurns damp to dry; the golden shotStorms in the freezing tomb.A weather in the quarter of the veinsTurns night to day; blood in their sunsLights up the living worm. A process in the eye forwarnsThe bones of blindness; and the… Continue reading Dylan Thomas

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Dylan Thomas

My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth,It would crumble;It is so sad and beautiful,So tremulously like a dream. — Dylan Thomas, “Clown in the Moon,” The Poems of Dylan Thomas. (New… Continue reading Dylan Thomas

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Dylan Thomas

Poem in October     It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood     And the mussel pooled and the heron             Priested shore         The morning beckon With water praying and call of seagull and rook And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall… Continue reading Dylan Thomas

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Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat On the silent sea we have heard the sound That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. Under the mile off moon we trembled listening To the sea sound flowing like blood… Continue reading Dylan Thomas

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Where Once the Waters of your Face Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its eye; Where once the mermen through your ice Pushed up their hair, the dry wind steers Through salt and root and roe. Where once your green knots sank… Continue reading Dylan Thomas

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