Explore "Dear Tommy, Please, from Far, Sciatic Kingsley" by Dylan Thomas on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Dear Tommy, please, from far, sciatic Kingsley / Borrow my eyes. The darkening sea flings Lee / And Perrins on the cockled tablecloth / Of mud and sand. And, like a sable moth,
A cloud against the glassy sun flutters his / Wings. It would be better if the shutter is / Shut. Sinister dark over Cardigan / Bay. No-good is abroad. I unhardy can / Hardly bear the din of No-good wracked dry on