An April fifteenth Snowfall? Proof God knows how to File an extension. Audio. Michael A. Lacombe,... more An April fifteenth Snowfall? Proof God knows how to File an extension. Audio. Michael A. Lacombe, MD,Annals Associate Editor, reads Death, Taxes, and Global Warming by Daniel Bosch
From the Index of Titles and First Lines to Dylan Thomas' Collected Poems. A grief ago, (Grie... more From the Index of Titles and First Lines to Dylan Thomas' Collected Poems. A grief ago, (Grief, thief of time), I dreamed my genesis, I fellowed sleep In the mustard seed sun, In the White Giant's thigh. Her woven hands beckoned me, Feeding the worm: Here lie the beasts High on a hill. Find meat on bones, Foot, head, or traces. They are the only dead who did not love. Hourly I sigh. My hero bares his nerves, Never to reach the oblivious dark. How shall my animal Conceive these images in air, Take the needles and the knives That the sum sanity might add to naught? Do not go gentle into that good night. Do you not father me. Ears in the turrets hear Elegy. Audio. Virginia Hood, MD, reads Find Meat on Bones by Daniel Bosch
An April fifteenth Snowfall? Proof God knows how to File an extension. Audio. Michael A. Lacombe,... more An April fifteenth Snowfall? Proof God knows how to File an extension. Audio. Michael A. Lacombe, MD,Annals Associate Editor, reads Death, Taxes, and Global Warming by Daniel Bosch
From the Index of Titles and First Lines to Dylan Thomas' Collected Poems. A grief ago, (Grie... more From the Index of Titles and First Lines to Dylan Thomas' Collected Poems. A grief ago, (Grief, thief of time), I dreamed my genesis, I fellowed sleep In the mustard seed sun, In the White Giant's thigh. Her woven hands beckoned me, Feeding the worm: Here lie the beasts High on a hill. Find meat on bones, Foot, head, or traces. They are the only dead who did not love. Hourly I sigh. My hero bares his nerves, Never to reach the oblivious dark. How shall my animal Conceive these images in air, Take the needles and the knives That the sum sanity might add to naught? Do not go gentle into that good night. Do you not father me. Ears in the turrets hear Elegy. Audio. Virginia Hood, MD, reads Find Meat on Bones by Daniel Bosch
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