by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) Not from this anger, anticlimax after Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods In a land strapped by hunger Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds And bear those tendril hands I touch across The agonised, two seas. Behind my headContinue reading “Not From This Anger”
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