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Há 5 dias · It has been said that Dylan Thomas had a death wish. He ran into the arms of death like a lover and put all the agonies of his journey toward dissolution into his poetry. A great reader, he loved the verses of William Blake and George Herbert. These and the Romantics of the early 19th century shaped his future work.
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Há 2 dias · L’œuvre du poète gallois Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) est d’une importance majeure, mais elle est loin d’avoir révélé tous ses secrets. Si sa poésie jouit dans le monde anglo-saxon d’un grand prestige amplement justifié, elle reste en France source d’un malentendu : nous croyons la connaître, alors que nous en avons une approche superficielle et souvent parcellaire.
Há 5 dias · When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in her gear is slowly through the house, Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse, Hauled to the dome, Comes, like a scissors stalking, tailor age, Deliver me who timid in my tribe, Of love am barer than Cadaver's trap.
Há 1 dia · uma música piegas, mas sincera, e vi uma mãe tirar sua própria capa de chuva. e dá-la para sua filha pequena quando. uma tempestade tomou conta da tarde. Meu Deus, pensei, passei toda minha vida debaixo da capa de chuva dela. achando que era uma maravilha. eu nunca ter me molhado.
Há 4 dias · In the dark of the coffin and sheds dry leaves, That breaks one bone to light with a judgment clout'. After the feast of tear-stuffed time and thistles. In a room with a stuffed fox and a stale fern, I stand, for this memorial's sake, alone. In the snivelling hours with dead, humped Ann.
Há 4 dias · Not for Christ's dazzling bed. Or a nacreous sleep among soft particles and charms. My dear would I change my tears or your iron head. Thrust, my daughter or son, to escape, there is none, none, none, Nor when all ponderous heaven 's host of waters breaks. 'Now to awake husked of gestures and my joy like a cave.
