It's A Desolate, Frozen Season: (For Dylan Thomas,1914 - 1953) Poem by DM W

It's A Desolate, Frozen Season: (For Dylan Thomas,1914 - 1953)



It's a desolate, frozen season
Now all the wild blood has been
Drained from the poet's veins.
All the fires have been extinguished.
Bad drugs and unfaithful lovers
Crowd the vast, starless universe
Of his fractured consciousness.
It's a desolate, frozen season.

It's A Desolate, Frozen Season: (For Dylan Thomas,1914 - 1953)
Monday, August 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,poet
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