To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twice. Ancient woods of my blood, dash down to the nut of the seas if I take to burn or return this world which is each man's work.
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The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas
The original and classic The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas is available once again, now with a brilliant new preface by Paul Muldoon.The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas contains poems that Thomas personally deci
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This is the world: the lying likeness of Our strips of stuff that tatter as we move Loving and being loth; The dream that kicks the buried from their sack And lets their trash be honoured as the quick. This is the world. Have faith
Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which Shall fall awake when cures and their itch Raise up this red-eyed earth?
This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl And curling round the bud that forks her eye.
These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.
Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..
Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought.