October Wind by *lioncourt7 on deviantART
…Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make you of the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea’s side hear the dark-vowelled birds.
from Especially When the October Wind, by Dylan Thomas
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Reblogging because “the dark-vowelled birds” absolutely destroys me. [Image: what looks like a manipulated photo of...
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