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''Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels....''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "I, in my intricate image."
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Less than five hundred souls inhabit the three quaint streets and the few narrow by-lanes and scattered farmsteads that constitute this small, decaying watering-place which may, indeed, be called a "b...
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet, writer. the Voice of a Guide-Book, in Under Milkwood: A Play for Voices, p. 23, J.M. Dent and Sons Ltd. (1962).
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''The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Adam (London, Dec. 1953).
Land of my Fathers is the Welsh national anthem.
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''And though my love pulls the pale, nippled air,
Prides of to-morrow suckling in her eyes,
Yet this I make in a forgiving presence.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "I make this in a warring absence."
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''Once in this wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "This bread I break."
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''Morning smack of the spade that wakes up sleep,
Shakes a desolate boy who slits his throat
In the dark of the coffin and sheds dry leaves,''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. After the Funeral (l. 6-8). . .
The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Dir...
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''I make this in a warring absence when
Each ancient, stone-necked minute of love's season
Harbours my anchored tongue....''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "I make this in a warring absence."
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''This side of the truth,
You may not see, my son,
King of your blue eyes
In the blinding country of youth,
That all is undone,
Under the unminding skies....''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "This Side of the Truth."
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''In a room with a stuffed fox and a stale fern,''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. After the Funeral (l. 11). . .
The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Dire...
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''Incarnate devil in a talking snake,
The central plains of Asia in his garden,
In shaping-time the circle stung awake,
In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple....''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "Incarnate devil."
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Clown in the Moon
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My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of 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.
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