In Country Sleep – Dylan Thomas

Several hundred miles of the Irish coastline in the past few days, hands roughened and cut, and face flushed with the sun and wind, I am very tired. My thoughts turn to sleep. Here is a poem about sleep… and not about it. Who is the thief? One of my very favourite poems by the incomparable Dylan Thomas.

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