Explore "I Make this in a Warring Absence" by Dylan Thomas on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I make this in a warring absence when / Each ancient, stone-necked minute of love's season / Harbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone, / When, praise is blessed, her pride in mast and fountain
Sailed and set dazzling by the handshaped ocean, / In that proud sailing tree with branches driven / Through the last vault and vegetable groyne, / And this weak house to marrow-columned heaven, / Is corner-cast, breath's rag, scrawled weed, a vain