Collected Poems · 1934-1953 by Thomas, Dylan Marlais -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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Note Author’s Prologue I see the boys of summer A process in the weather of the heart Before I knocked The force that through the green fuse drives the flower My hero bares his nerves Where once the waters of your face If I were tickled by the rub of love Our eunuch dreams Especially when the October wind When, like a running grave From love’s first fever to her plague In the beginning Light breaks where no sun shines I fellowed sleep I dreamed my genesis My world is pyramid All all and all the dry worlds lever I, in my intricate image This bread I break Incarnate devil To-day, this insect The seed-at-zero Shall gods be said to thump the clouds Here in this spring Do you not father me Out of the sighs Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo’s month Was there a time Now Why east wind chills A grief ago How soon the servant sun Ears in the turrets hear Foster the light The hand that signed the paper Should lanterns shine I have longed to move away Find meat on bones Grief thief of time And death shall have no dominion Then was my neophyte Altarwise by owl-light Because the pleasure-bird whistles I make this in a warring absence When all my five and country senses see We lying by seasand It is the sinners’ dust-tongued bell O make me a mask

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