Dylan Thomas
The birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses I rose in rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. – Dylan Thomas
The birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses I rose in rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. – Dylan Thomas
Vineyarders awoke this morning thoroughly bored with a hurricane called Esther. Like some mythical nature deity, she had languished out there to the math southwest, as if on a watery Olympus of her own construction, Wednesday night and all day yesterday, sending toward the Vineyard disturbing but largely impotent manifestations of her displeasure: high…