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Há 5 dias · Altarwise By Owl-light. Bit out the mandrake with to-morrows scream. And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer. And, manned by midnight, Jacob to the stars. And hemlock-headed in the wood of weathers. Said the antipodes, and twice spring chimed.
Há 3 dias · In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, Heigh ho the blood and berry, And nail the merry squires to the trees; Here love's damp muscle dries and dies, Here break a kiss in no love's quarry. O see the poles of promise in the boys. III. I see the boys of summer in their ruin. Man in his maggot's barren.
Há 3 dias · A stem cementing, wrestled up the tower, Rose maid and male, Or, master venus, through the paddler's bowl. Sailed up the sun; Who is my grief, A chrysalis unwrinkling on the iron, Wrenched by my fingerman, the leaden bud. Shot through the leaf, Was who was folded on the rod the aaron.
Há 2 dias · Fyller 30 år om 6 år och 184 dagar (en torsdag) Dylan Thomas Lamp är en 23 årig man. Han har ingen särskild adress registrerad. Dylan har bytt adress 4 gånger de senaste 10 åren. I området som han bor just nu, på postnummer 135 39, är medelinkomsten 367 373 kr per år och andelen personer med betalningsanmärkningar är 4,42%.
Há 3 dias · Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953) was a Welsh poet and writer whose works include the poems "Do not go gentle into that good night" and "And death shall have no dominion", the "play for voices" Under Milk Wood, and stories and radio broadcasts such as A Child's Christmas in Wales and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog.
Há 5 dias · For there are ghosts in the air. And ghostly echoes on paper, And the thunder of calls and notes. I have longed to move away but am afraid; Some life, yet unspent, might explode. Out of the old lie burning on the ground, And, crackling into the air, leave me half- blind. Neither by night 's ancient fear,
Há 3 dias · Drinking water from the chained cup. That the children filled with gravel. In the fountain basin where I sailed my ship. Slept at night in a dog kennel. But nobody chained him up. Like the park birds he came early. Like the water he sat down. And Mister they called Hey mister. The truant boys from the town.
