Dylan Thomas Poem by Leo Yankevich

Dylan Thomas

Rating: 3.3


Although a sea of whisky filled each lung,
he would have called out from beneath a wave
just to console the living, but his tongue
was heavy as a stone inside the grave.

Friday, February 11, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
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Leo Yankevich

Leo Yankevich

Farrell, Pennsylvania
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