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Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my ha… Caught by the crabbing sun I walk… And cast a shadow crab upon the la… By the sea’s side, hearing the noi…
Being but men, we walked into the… Afraid, letting our syllables be s… For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings…
This bread I break was once the o… This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wine at night Laid the crops low, broke the grap…
Hold hard, these ancient minutes i… Under the lank, fourth folly on G… As the green blooms ride upward, t… Time, in a folly’s rider, like a c… Over the vault of ridings with his…
When once the twilight locks no lo… Locked in the long worm of my fing… Nor damned the sea that sped about… The mouth of time sucked, like a s… The milky acid on each hinge,
The force that through the green f… Drives my green age; that blasts t… Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked… My youth is bent by the same wintr…
In the beginning was the three—poi… One smile of light across the empt… One bough of bone across the rooti… The substance forked that marrowed… And, burning ciphers on the round…
Too proud to die; broken and blind… The darkest way, and did not turn… A cold kind man brave in his narro… On that darkest day. Oh, forever… He lie lightly, at last, on the la…
Lie still, sleep becalmed, suffere… In the throat, burning and turning… On the silent sea we have heard th… That came from the wound wrapped i… Under the mile off moon we tremble…
How soon the servant sun, (Sir morrow mark), Can time unriddle, and the cupboar… (Fog has a bone He’ll trumpet into meat),
I could never have dreamt that the… in the world between the covers of… such sandstorms and ice blasts of… such staggering peace, such enormo… such and so many blinding bright l…
When I woke, the town spoke. Birds and clocks and cross bells Dinned aside the coiling crowd, The reptile profligates in a flame… Spoilers and pokers of sleep,
Foster the light nor veil the mans… Nor weather winds that blow not do… But strip the twelve-winded marrow… Master the night nor serve the sno… That shapes each bushy item of the…
Do not go gentle into that good ni… Old age should burn and rave at cl… Rage, rage against the dying of th… Though wise men at their end know… Because their words had forked no…
Grief thief of time crawls off, The moon-drawn grave, with the sea… The knave of pain steals off The sea-halved faith that blew tim… The old forget the cries,