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Hace 5 días · In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, Heigh ho the blood and berry, And nail the merry squires to the trees; Here love's damp muscle dries and dies, Here break a kiss in no love's quarry. O see the poles of promise in the boys. III. I see the boys of summer in their ruin. Man in his maggot's barren.
Hace 4 días · Thomas, Dylan, 1914-1953. Description. Dylan Thomas photograph by Bunny Adler at the White Horse Tavern, New York City, [1952]. Creator. Adler, Bunny. Source. MSS 103s John Malcolm Brinnin papers supplement, Special Collections, University of Delaware Library. Date [1952]. Type.
Hace 5 días · Here in this spring, stars float along the void; Here in this ornamental winter Down pelts the naked weather; This summer buries a spring bird. Symbols are selected from the years' Slow rounding of four seasons' coasts, In autumn teach three seasons' fires And four birds' notes. I should tell summer from the trees, the worms Tell, if at all, the winter's storms Or the funeral of the sun; I ...
Hace 5 días · Dylan's Whodunnits. The great Welsh poet Dylan Thomas had a passion for detective stories. Show more. 29 May 2024. Available now. 39 minutes.
Hace 5 días · Before I rush in a crouch the ghost with a hammer, air, Strike light, and bloody a loud room. 'If my bunched, monkey coming is cruel. Rage me back to the making house. My hand unravel. When you sew the deep door. The bed is a cross place. Bend, if my journey ache, direction like an arc or make.
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Hace 4 días · A ghost nor man, but mortal ghost. And I was struck down by death 's feather. I was a mortal to the last. Long breath that carried to my father. The message of his dying christ. You who bow down at cross and altar, Remember me and pity Him. Who took my flesh and bone for armour. And doublecrossed my mother 's womb.
