Dylan Thomas

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TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U><B>In My Craft or Sullen Art</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 20 WIDTH="346"><div> <A HREF="#all_all_and_all" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U><B>All All and All</B></U></A></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="273"><div> <A HREF="#in_the_beginning" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U><B>In the Beginning</B></U></A></div> </tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 20 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="#all_that_i_owe_the_fellows_of_the_grave" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U><B>All that I owe the fellows of the grave</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="#light_breaks_where_no_sun_shines" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines</U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 20 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="#do_not_go_gentle_into_that_good_night" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night</U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="#sometimes_the_sky_s_too_bright" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U><B>Sometimes the Sky's too Bright</B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 20 WIDTH="346"><div> <A HREF="#fern_hill" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U><B>Fern Hill</B></U></A></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="273"><div> <A HREF="#this_side_of_the_truth" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U><B>This Side of the truth</B></U></A></div> </tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 20 WIDTH="346"><div> <A HREF="#i_see_the_boys_of_summer" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U><B>I See the Boys of Summer</B></U></A></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="273"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="20" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="273" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> </tR> </TABLE></B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="do_not_go_gentle_into_that_good_night"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night</B></div> <bR> <div> Do not go gentle into that good night,</div> <div> Old age should burn and rave at close of day;</div> <div> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div> <bR> <div> Though wise men at their end know dark is right,</div> <div> Because their words had forked no lightning they</div> <div> Do not go gentle into that good night.</div> <bR> <div> Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright</div> <div> Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,</div> <div> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div> <bR> <div> Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,</div> <div> And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,</div> <div> Do not go gentle into that good night.</div> <bR> <div> Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight</div> <div> Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,</div> <div> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div> <bR> <div> And you, my father, there on the sad height,</div> <div> Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.</div> <div> Do not go gentle into that good night.</div> <div> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="in_my_craft_or_sullen_art"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>In My Craft or Sullen Art</B></div> <bR> <div> In my craft or sullen art</div> <div> Exercised in the still night</div> <div> When only the moon rages</div> <div> And the lovers lie abed</div> <div> With all their griefs in their arms,</div> <div> I labour by singing light</div> <div> Not for ambition or bread</div> <div> Or the strut and trade of charms</div> <div> On the ivory stages</div> <div> But for the common wages</div> <div> Of their most secret heart.</div> <bR> <div> Not for the proud man apart</div> <div> From the raging moon I write</div> <div> On these spindrift pages</div> <div> Nor for the towering dead</div> <div> With their nightingales and psalms</div> <div> But for the lovers, their arms</div> <div> Round the griefs of the ages,</div> <div> Who pay no praise or wages</div> <div> Nor heed my craft or art</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="sometimes_the_sky_s_too_bright"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>Sometimes the Sky's too Bright</B></div> <bR> <div> Sometimes the sky's too bright, </div> <div> Or has too many clouds or birds, </div> <div> And far away's too sharp a sun</div> <div> To nourish thinking of him.</div> <div> Why is my hand too blunt</div> <div> To cut in front of me</div> <div> My horrid images for me,</div> <div> Of over-fruitful smiles,</div> <div> The weightless touching of the lip</div> <div> I wish to know</div> <div> I cannot lift, but can,</div> <div> The creature with the angel's face</div> <div> Who tells me hurt,</div> <div> And sees my body go</div> <div> Down into misery?</div> <div> No stopping. Put the smile</div> <div> Where tears have come to dry.</div> <div> The angel's hurt is left;</div> <div> His telling burns. </div> <bR> <div> Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,</div> <div> Or too much blood;</div> <div> I tear her breast,</div> <div> And see the blood is mine,</div> <div> Flowing from her, but mine,</div> <div> And then I think</div> <div> Perhaps the sky's too bright;</div> <div> And watch my hand,</div> <div> But do not follow it,</div> <div> And feel the pain it gives,</div> <div> But do not ache.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Calligraph421 BT" ><B>             </B></FONT><B> </B><B> <A NAME="__vision_and_prayer_i"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>  Vision and Prayer [I]</B></div> <bR> <div>        Who</div> <div>        Are  you</div> <div>     Who is born</div> <div>        In the next room</div> <div>        So  loud  to  my own</div> <div>          That I can hear the womb</div> <div>      Opening  and  the  dark  run</div> <div>          Over the ghost and the dropped son</div> <div>        Behind the wall thin as a wren's bone?</div> <div>          In the birth  bloody room unknown</div> <div>        To the  burn and  turn of time</div> <div>         And the heart print of man</div> <div>     Bows   no   baptism</div> <div>     But dark  alone</div> <div>      Blessing on</div> <div>       The wild</div> <div>         Child.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="all_all_and_all"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>All All and All</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>            I</B></div> <div> All all and all the dry worlds lever,</div> <div> Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,</div> <div> All from the oil, the pound of lava.</div> <div> City of spring, the governed flower,</div> <div> Turns in the earth that turns the ashen</div> <div> Towns around on a wheel of fire.</div> <bR> <div> How now my flesh, my naked fellow,</div> <div> Dug of the sea, the glanded morrow,</div> <div> Worm in the scalp, the staked and fallow.</div> <div> All all and all, the corpse's lover,</div> <div> Skinny as sin, the foaming marrow,</div> <div> All of the flesh, the dry worlds lever.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>            II</B></div> <div> Fear not the waking world, my mortal,</div> <div> Fear not the flat, synthetic blood,</div> <div> Nor the heart in the ribbing metal.</div> <div> Fear not the tread, the seeded milling,</div> <div> The trigger and scythe, the bridal blade,</div> <div> Nor the flint in the lover's mauling.</div> <bR> <div> Man of my flesh, the jawbone riven,</div> <div> Know now the flesh's lock and vice,</div> <div> And the cage for the scythe-eyed raver.</div> <div> Know, O my bone, the jointed lever,</div> <div> Fear not the screws that turn the voice,</div> <div> And the face to the driven lover.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>            III</B></div> <div> All all and all the dry worlds couple,</div> <div> Ghost with her ghost, contagious man</div> <div> With the womb of his shapeless people.</div> <div> All that shapes from the caul and suckle,</div> <div> Stroke of mechanical flesh on mine,</div> <div> Square in these worlds the mortal circle.</div> <bR> <div> Flower, flower the people's fusion,</div> <div> O light in zenith, the coupled bud,</div> <div> And the flame in the flesh's vision.</div> <div> Out of the sea, the drive of oil,</div> <div> Socket and grave, the brassy blood,</div> <div> Flower, flower, all all and all.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="this_side_of_the_truth"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>This Side of the truth</B></div> <bR> <div> This side of the truth,</div> <div> You may not see, my son,</div> <div> King of your blue eyes</div> <div> In the blinding country of youth,</div> <div> That all is undone,</div> <div> Under the unminding skies,</div> <div> Of innocence and guilt</div> <div> Before you move to make</div> <div> One gesture of the heart or head,</div> <div> Is gathered and spilt</div> <div> Into the winding dark</div> <div> Like the dust of the dead.</div> <bR> <div> Good and bad, two ways</div> <div> Of moving about your death</div> <div> By the grinding sea,</div> <div> King of your heart in the blind days,</div> <div> Blow away like breath,</div> <div> Go crying through you and me</div> <div> And the souls of all men</div> <div> Into the innocent</div> <div> Dark, and the guilty dark, and good</div> <div> Death, and bad death, and then</div> <div> In the last element</div> <div> Fly like the stars' blood</div> <bR> <div> Like the sun's tears,</div> <div> Like the moon's seed, rubbish</div> <div> And fire, the flying rant</div> <div> Of the sky, king of your six years.</div> <div> And the wicked wish,</div> <div> Down the beginning of plants</div> <div> And animals and birds,</div> <div> Water and Light, the earth and sky,</div> <div> Is cast before you move,</div> <div> And all your deeds and words,</div> <div> Each truth, each lie,</div> <div> Die in unjudging love.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="all_that_i_owe_the_fellows_of_the_grave"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>All that I owe the fellows of the grave</B></div> <bR> <div> All that I owe the fellows of the grave</div> <div> And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates</div> <div> Lies in the fortuned bone, the flask of blood,</div> <div> Like senna stirs along the ravaged roots.</div> <div> O all I owe is all the flesh inherits,</div> <div> My fathers' loves that pull upon my nerves,</div> <div> My sisters tears that sing upon my head</div> <div> My brothers' blood that salts my open wounds</div> <bR> <div> Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop,</div> <div> My fallen filled, that had the hint of death,</div> <div> Heir to the telling senses that alone</div> <div> Acquaint the flesh with a remembered itch,</div> <div> I round this heritage as rounds the sun</div> <div> His winy sky, and , as the candles moon,</div> <div> Cast light upon my weather. I am heir</div> <div> To women who have twisted their last smile,</div> <div> To children who were suckled on a plague,</div> <div> To young adorers dying on a kiss.</div> <div> All such disease I doctor in my blood,</div> <div> And all such love's a shrub sown in the breath.</div> <bR> <div> Then look, my eyes, upon this bonehead fortune</div> <div> And browse upon the postures of the dead;</div> <div> All night and day I eye the ragged globe</div> <div> Through periscopes rightsighted from the grave;</div> <div> All night and day I wander in these same</div> <div> Wax clothes that wax upon the ageing ribs;</div> <div> All night my fortune slumbers in its sheet.</div> <div> Then look, my heart, upon the scarlet trove,</div> <div> And look, my grain, upon the falling wheat;</div> <div> All night my fortune slumbers in its sheet.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="fern_hill"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>Fern Hill</B></div> <bR> <div>  Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs </div> <div> About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, </div> <div> The night above the dingle starry, </div> <div> Time let me hail and climb </div> <div> Golden in the heydays of his eyes, </div> <div> And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns </div> <div> And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves </div> <div> Trail with daisies and barley </div> <div> Down the rivers of the windfall light. </div> <bR> <div> And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns </div> <div> About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, </div> <div> In the sun that is young once only, </div> <div> Time let me play and be </div> <div> Golden in the mercy of his means, </div> <div> And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves </div> <div> Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, </div> <div> And the sabbath rang slowly </div> <div> In the pebbles of the holy streams. </div> <bR> <div> All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay </div> <div> Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air </div> <div> And playing, lovely and watery </div> <div> And fire green as grass. </div> <div> And nightly under the simple stars </div> <div> As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, </div> <div> All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars </div> <div> Flying with the ricks, and the horses </div> <div> Flashing into the dark. </div> <bR> <div> And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white </div> <div> With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all </div> <div> Shining, it was Adam and maiden, </div> <div> The sky gathered again </div> <div> And the sun grew round that very day. </div> <div> So it must have been after the birth of the simple light </div> <div> In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm </div> <div> Out of the whinnying green stable </div> <div> On to the fields of praise. </div> <bR> <div> And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house </div> <div> Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, </div> <div> In the sun born over and over, </div> <div> I ran my heedless ways, </div> <div> My wishes raced through the house high hay </div> <div> And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows </div> <div> In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs </div> <div> Before the children green and golden </div> <div> Follow him out of grace. </div> <bR> <div> Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me </div> <div> Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, </div> <div> In the moon that is always rising, </div> <div> Nor that riding to sleep </div> <div> I should hear him fly with the high fields </div> <div> And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land. </div> <div> Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, </div> <div> Time held me green and dying </div> <div> Though I sang in my chains like the sea.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="i_see_the_boys_of_summer"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>I See the Boys of Summer</B></div> <bR> <div> I see the boys of summer in their ruin </div> <div> Lay the gold tithings barren, </div> <div> Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils; </div> <div> There in their heat the winter floods </div> <div> Of frozen loves they fetch their girls, </div> <div> And drown the cargoed apples in their tides. </div> <bR> <div> These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, </div> <div> Sour the boiling honey; </div> <div> The jacks of frost they finger in the hives; </div> <div> There in the sun the frigid threads </div> <div> Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves; </div> <div> the signal moon is zero in their voids. </div> <bR> <div> I see the summer children in their mothers </div> <div> Split up the brawned womb’s weathers, </div> <div> Divide the night and day with fairy thumbs; </div> <div> There in the deep with quartered shades </div> <div> Of sun and moon they paint their dams </div> <div> As sunlight paints the shelling of their heads. </div> <bR> <div> I see that from these boys shall men of nothing </div> <div> Stature by seedy shifting, </div> <div> Or lame the air with leaping from its heats; </div> <div> There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse </div> <div> Of love and light bursts in their throats. </div> <div> O see the pulse of summer in the ice. </div> <bR> <div> II </div> <bR> <div> But seasons must be challenged or they totter </div> <div> Into a chiming quarter </div> <div> Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars; </div> <div> There in his night, the black-tongued bells </div> <div> The sleepy man of winter pulls, </div> <div> Nor blows back moon-and midnight as she blows. </div> <bR> <div> We are the dark deniers, let us summon </div> <div> Death from a summer woman, </div> <div> A muscling life from lovers in their cramp, </div> <div> From the fair dead who flush the sea </div> <div> The bright-eyed worm on Davy’s lamp, </div> <div> And from the planted womb the man of straw. </div> <bR> <div> We summer boys in this four-winded spinning, </div> <div> Green of the seaweeds’ iron, </div> <div> Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds, </div> <div> Pick the world’s ball of wave and froth </div> <div> To choke the deserts with her tides, </div> <div> And comb the country gardens for a wreath. </div> <bR> <div> In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, </div> <div> Heigh ho the blood and berry, </div> <div> And nail the merry squires to the trees; </div> <div> Here love’s damp muscle dries and dies, </div> <div> Here break a kiss in no love’s quarry. </div> <div> O see the poles of promise in the boys. </div> <bR> <div> III </div> <bR> <div> I see you boys of summer in your ruin. </div> <div> Man in his maggot’s barren. </div> <div> And boys are full and foreign in the pouch. </div> <div> I am the man your father was. </div> <div> We are the sons of flint and pitch. </div> <div> O see the poles are kissing as they cross. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="in_the_beginning"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>In the Beginning</B></div> <bR> <div>  In the beginning was the three-pointed star, </div> <div> One smile of light across the empty face; </div> <div> One bough of bone across the rooting air, </div> <div> The substance forked that marrowed the first sun; </div> <div> And, burning ciphers on the round of space, </div> <div> Heaven and hell mixed as they spun. </div> <bR> <div> In the beginning was the pale signature, </div> <div> Three-syllabled and starry as the smile; </div> <div> And after came the imprints on the water, </div> <div> Stamp of the minted face upon the moon’ </div> <div> The blood that touched the crosstree and the grail </div> <div> Touched the first cloud and left a sign. </div> <bR> <div> In the beginning was the mounting fire </div> <div> That set alight the weathers from a spark, </div> <div> A three-eyed, red-eyed spark, blunt as a flower; </div> <div> Life rose and spuoted from the rolling seas, </div> <div> Burst in the roots, pumped from the earth and rock </div> <div> The secret oils that drive the grass. </div> <bR> <div> In the beginning was the word, the word </div> <div> That from the solid bases of the light </div> <div> Abstracted all the letters of the void; </div> <div> And from the cloudy bases of the breath </div> <div> The word flowed up, translating to the heart </div> <div> First the characters of birth and death. </div> <bR> <div> In the beginning was the secret brain. </div> <div> The brain was celled and soldered in the thought </div> <div> Before the pitch was forking to a sun; </div> <div> Before the veins were shaking in their seive, </div> <div> Blood shot and scattered to the winds of light </div> <div> The ribbed original of love.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> <A NAME="light_breaks_where_no_sun_shines"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines</B></div> <bR> <div>  Light breaks where no sun shines; </div> <div> Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart </div> <div> Push in their tides; </div> <div> And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, </div> <div> The things of light </div> <div> File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones. </div> <bR> <div> A candle in the thighs </div> <div> Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age; </div> <div> Where no seed stirs, </div> <div> The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars, </div> <div> Bright as a fig; </div> <div> Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs. </div> <bR> <div> Dawn breaks behind the eyes; </div> <div> From poles of skull and toe the windy blood </div> <div> Slides like a sea; </div> <div> Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky </div> <div> Spout to the rod </div> <div> Divining in a smile the oil of tears. </div> <bR> <div> Night in the sockets rounds, </div> <div> Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes; </div> <div> Day lights the bone; </div> <div> Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin </div> <div> The winter’s robes; </div> <div> The film of spring is hanging from the lids. </div> <bR> <div> Light breaks on secret lots, </div> <div> On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain; </div> <div> When logics die, </div> <div> The secret of the soil grows through the eye, </div> <div> And blood jumps in the sun; </div> <div> Above the waste allotments the dawn halts. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="thomas_m.htm" TITLE="Dylan Thomas"><U>Back to Top</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=30 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <I> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="516" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 14 ><NOBR><div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Liquid Thoughts"><U><I>Liquid Thoughts</I></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="47"><div> <A HREF="angst.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Angst "><U><I>Angst </I></U></A></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="42"><div> <A HREF="dark.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Dark"><U><I>Dark</I></U></A></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="45"><div> <A HREF="humor.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Humor "><U><I>Humor </I></U></A></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="inspirational.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Inspirational "><U><I>Inspirational </I></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="35"><div> <A HREF="life.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Life "><U><I>Life </I></U></A><I> </I></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="love.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Romantic"><U><I>Romantic</I></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="48"><div> <A HREF="nature.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Nature "><U><I>Nature </I></U></A></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP WIDTH="48"><div> <A HREF="people.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="People "><U><I>People </I></U></A></div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></I></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>