Dylan Thomas Poem of the Day (3)

[Anonymous No.20251218]

The air you breathe

The Air you breathe encroaches
The throat is mine I know the neck
Wind is my enemy your hair shant stir
Under his strong impulsive kiss
The rainbow's foot is not more apt
To have the centaur lover
So steal her not O goat-legged wind
But leave but still adore
For if the gods would love
Theyd see with eyes like mine
But should not touch like I
Your sweet inductive thighs
And raven hair.

[Anonymous No.20251504]

>>20251218
This is laughable. How a man who can neither rhyme nor use punctuation gets published is beyond me. I hear he was much more proficient at boozing besides.

[Anonymous No.20251512]

>>20251218
Thomas is a hack and this forced thread just evidences that

[Anonymous No.20251521]

>>20251504
>>20251512
I'm a traditionalist when it comes to poetry, but I doubt either of you have even read or tried to grasp the poem.
>huh huh no rhyme
You will never write anything as good as even the worst DT poems.

[ezra pound No.20251540]

Formless, rhythmless gibberish.

As expected of a Welshman.

[Anonymous No.20252628]

>>20251504
>>20251512
>>20251540
These three don't even know that Dylan Thomas wrote mostly formal poetry and are absolutely seething at one poem which wasn't. Typical /lit/.