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Unluckily for a Death – Dylan Thomas 

Unluckily for a death Waiting with phoenix under The pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days, And for the woman in shades Saint carved and sensual among the scudding Dead and gone, dedicate forever to my self … Continue reading

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Twenty Four Years – Dylan Thomas

Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. (Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.) In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor Sewing a shroud for a journey By … Continue reading

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How Shall My Animal – Dylan Thomas

How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation’s shell, Endure burial under the spelling wall, The invoked, shrouding veil at the cap of the face, Who should be furious, Drunk … Continue reading

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Holy Spring – Dylan Thomas

O Out of a bed of love When that immortal hospital made one more moove to soothe The curless counted body, And ruin and his causes Over the barbed and shooting sea assumed an army And swept into our wounds … Continue reading

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Should Lanterns Shine – Dylan Thomas

Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, Would wither up, an any boy of love Look twice before he fell from grace. The features in their private dark Are formed of flesh, but let … Continue reading

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Poem In October – Dylan Thomas

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 … Continue reading

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Once Below A Time – Dylan Thomas

I Once below a time, When my pinned-around-the-spirit Cut-to-measure flesh bit, Suit for a serial sum On the first of each hardship, My paid-for slaved-for own too late In love torn breeches and blistered jacket On the snapping rims of … Continue reading

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