A Child’s Christmas in Wales followed by a Brief Drift in Swansea
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon… and they stop at the …
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon… and they stop at the …
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees …