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Who then is she,
She holding me? The people's sea drives on her,
Drives out the father from the caesared camp;
The dens of shape
Shape all her whelps with the long voice of water,
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "A grief ago."
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''And you shall wake, from country sleep, this dawn and each first dawn,
Your faith as deathless as the outcry of the ruled sun.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "In country sleep."
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''though I loved them for their faults
As much as for their good,
My friends were enemies on stilts
With their heads in a cunning cloud.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "To Others than You."
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''Never be lucid, never state,
If you would be regarded great,
The simplest thought or sentiment
(For thought, we know, is decadent).''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. (Written 1933). "A Letter to My Aunt Discussing the Correct Approach to Modern Poetry," The Poems, ed. Daniel Jo...
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''But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. In My Craft or Sullen Art (l. 17-20). . .
The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 195...
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''Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun,
With my red veins full of money,
In the final direction of the elementary town
I advance for as long as forever is.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Twenty-four Years (l. 6-9). . .
The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956) New Dir...
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''All all and all the dry worlds couple,
Ghost with her ghost, contagious man
With the womb of his shapeless people.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "All all and all the dry worlds lever."
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''In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. In My Craft or Sullen Art (l. 1-5). . .
The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1934-1952 (1953, rev. ed. 1956)...
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To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the ...
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. Under Milk Wood (1954).
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''How now my flesh, my naked fellow,
Dug of the sea, the glanded morrow,
Worm in the scalp, the staked and fallow.''
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Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. "All all and all the dry worlds lever."
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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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