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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 3 dias · Shall you turn cockwise on a tufted axle. Who gave these seas their colour in a shape, Shaped my clayfellow, and the heaven 's ark. In time at flood filled with his coloured doubles; O who is glory in the shapeless maps, Now make the world of me as I have made. A merry manshape of your walking circle. Dylan Thomas.
Há 22 horas · Se dice que sin duda, la trilogía, formada por Quevedo, Góngora y Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz influyeron para plasmar su poesía. Eduardo Sepúlveda Amor, sobrino de la poeta, presentó en el Palacio de Bellas Artes de la Ciudad de México su documental Pita Amor, señora de la tinta americana, en coproducción con TV UNAM.
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 5 dias · Recent News. Dylan Thomas (born October 27, 1914, Swansea, Glamorgan [now in Swansea], Wales—died November 9, 1953, New York, New York, U.S.) was a Welsh poet and prose writer whose work is known for its comic exuberance, rhapsodic lilt, and pathos. His personal life, punctuated by reckless bouts of drinking, was notorious.
Há 3 dias · Where once the waters of your face. Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its eye; Where once the mermen through your ice. Pushed up their hair, the dry wind steers. Through salt and root and roe. Where once your green knots sank their splice. Into the tided cord, there goes.
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.
