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Friday, 18 December 2009


Its interesting poetry.I also fond of poetry.I intend to make this type's of poetry.And this picture is amazing.

Although they share a name, the poetry of this Thomas is definitely different from that of Dylan Thomas. But the writing and the thrust of this particular poem has quite a Ted Hughes twist, don't you think so?
I am quite mesmerized by the mention of "brown milk" and "green light", I suppose it is a reminder of their forest dwelling. Sadly, I don't have time now to digress about that although I am much tempted to. I'll be concise this time, and I am just wishing you a nice day.

Brilliant! Many thanks for responding to my request. The Godless One

Wow..your blog on flowers in hair looks awesome. Nice imagination. It was nice going through your blog. Keep it up the good work.

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