Dylan Thomas' poetry must be read aloud. It is not intended to be muffled and read in the mind, but through the mouth. And so on this snowy night in
Nothing Can Save Us That is Possible
I am reading W.H. Auden's Collected Longer Poems while on vacation. Throught the oncoming heaviness of sleep last night, as I lay reading, seeking the
A Poem for the Night
A POEM FOR THE NIGHT Here dies another day During which I have had eyes, ears, hands And the great world round me; And with tomorrow begins