In re: Poem in October, by Dylan Thomas
Would that the mighty Welshman knew
the same luck as me –
survivor of seventy Octobers –
witness those seventy times
these majestic Berkshires –
never static, requicken into view.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.