Dylan Thomas<\/p>\n
I have longed to move away
\nFrom the hissing of the spent lie
\nAnd the old terrors’ continual cry
\nGrowing more terrible as the day
\nGoes over the hill into the deep sea;
\nI have longed to move away
\nFrom the repetition of salutes,
\nFrom there are ghosts in the air
\nAnd ghostly echoes on paper,
\nAnd the thunder of calls and notes.<\/p>\n
I have longed to move away but am afraid;
\nSome life, yet unspent, might explode
\nOut of the old lie burning on the ground,
\nAnd, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.
\nNeither by night’s ancient fear,
\nThe parting of hat from hair,
\nPursed lips at the receiver,
\nShall I fall to death’s feather.
\nBy these I would not care to die,
\nHalf convention and half lie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dylan Thomas I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors’ continual cry Growing more terrible as the day Goes over the hill into the deep sea; I have longed to move … Continue reading