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The Collected Poems

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Collected Poems Of Dylan Thomas 1934-1952 (New Directions Book)This attractive gift edition of COLLECTED POEMS 1934-53 includes work from DylanThomas's five published volumes of poetry:18 POEMS,TWENTY FIVE POEMS,THE MAP OF LOVE,DEATH AND ENTRANCES and IN COUNTRY SLEEP.Dylan Thomas's poems gambol and frisk across the tongue and imagination like those of few poets I have ever read. His choicely crafted (and often synaesthetic) phrases, his musicality, and his laughingly lilting language are nicely captured by the first two stanzas of Fern Hill--read it aloud for full effect: Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns, And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley

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The Collected Poems, Dylan Thomas

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Tytuł
The Collected Poems
Język
angielski
Oprawa
miękka
Liczba stron
203
ISBN10
0811202054
ISBN13
9780811202053
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Collected Poems Of Dylan Thomas 1934-1952 (New Directions Book)This attractive gift edition of COLLECTED POEMS 1934-53 includes work from DylanThomas's five published volumes of poetry:18 POEMS,TWENTY FIVE POEMS,THE MAP OF LOVE,DEATH AND ENTRANCES and IN COUNTRY SLEEP.Dylan Thomas's poems gambol and frisk across the tongue and imagination like those of few poets I have ever read. His choicely crafted (and often synaesthetic) phrases, his musicality, and his laughingly lilting language are nicely captured by the first two stanzas of Fern Hill--read it aloud for full effect: Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns, And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley