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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Author's Prologue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This day winding down now<br>At God speeded summer's end<br>In the torrent salmon sun,<br>In my seashaken house<br>On a breakneck of rocks<br>Tangled with chirrup and fruit,<br>Froth, flute, fin, and quill<br>At a wood's dancing hoof,<br>By scummed, starfish sands<br>With their fishwife cross<br>Gulls, pipers, cockles, and snails,<br>Out there, crow black, men<br>Tackled with clouds, who kneel<br>To the sunset nets,<br>Geese nearly in heaven, boys<br>Stabbing, and herons, and shells<br>That speak seven seas,<br>Eternal waters away<br>From the cities of nine<br>Days' night whose towers will catch<br>In the religious wind<br>Like stalks of tall, dry straw,<br>At poor peace I sing<br>To you strangers (though song<br>Is a burning and crested act,<br>The fire of birds in<br>The world's turning wood,<br>For my swan, splay sounds),<br>Out of these seathumbed leaves<br>That will fly and fall<br>Like leaves of trees and as soon<br>Crumble and undie<br>Into the dogdayed night.<br>Seaward the salmon, sucked sun slips,<br>And the dumb swans drub blue<br>My dabbed bay's dusk, as I hack<br>This rumpus of shapes<br>For you to know<br>How I, a spining man,<br>Glory also this star, bird<br>Roared, sea born, man torn, blood blest.<br>Hark: I trumpet the place,<br>From fish to jumping hill! Look:<br>I build my bellowing ark<br>To the best of my love<br>As the flood begins,<br>Out of the fountainhead<br>Of fear, rage read, manalive,<br>Molten and mountainous to stream<br>Over the wound asleep<br>Sheep white hollow farms<br>To Wales in my arms.<br>Hoo, there, in castle keep,<br>You king singsong owls, who moonbeam<br>The flickering runs and dive<br>The dingle furred deer dead!<br>Huloo, on plumbed bryns,<br>O my ruffled ring dove<br>in the hooting, nearly dark<br>With Welsh and reverent rook,<br>Coo rooning the woods' praise,<br>who moons her blue notes from her nest<br>Down to the curlew herd!<br>Ho, hullaballoing clan<br>Agape, with woe<br>In your beaks, on the gabbing capes!<br>Heigh, on horseback hill, jack<br>Whisking hare! who<br>Hears, there, this fox light, my flood ship's<br>Clangour as I hew and smite<br>(A clash of anvils for my<br>Hubbub and fiddle, this tune<br>On atounged puffball)<br>But animals thick as theives<br>On God's rough tumbling grounds<br>(Hail to His beasthood!).<br>Beasts who sleep good and thin,<br>Hist, in hogback woods! The haystacked<br>Hollow farms ina throng<br>Of waters cluck and cling,<br>And barnroofs cockcrow war!<br>O kingdom of neighbors finned<br>Felled and quilled, flash to my patch<br>Work ark and the moonshine<br>Drinking Noah of the bay,<br>With pelt, and scale, and fleece:<br>Only the drowned deep bells<br>Of sheep and churches noise<br>Poor peace as the sun sets<br>And dark shoals every holy field.<br>We will ride out alone then,<br>Under the stars of Wales,<br>Cry, Multiudes of arks! Across<br>The water lidded lands,<br>Manned with their loves they'll move<br>Like wooden islands, hill to hill.<br>Huloo, my prowed dove with a flute!<br>Ahoy, old, sea-legged fox,<br>Tom tit and Dai mouse!<br>My ark sings in the sun<br>At God speeded summer's end<br>And the flood flowers now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dylan+Thomas">Dylan Thomas</a><div class=q>
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At God speeded summer's end
In the torrent salmon sun,
In my seashaken house
On a breakneck of rocks
Tangled with chirrup and fruit,
Froth, flute, fin, and quill
At a wood's dancing hoof,
By scummed, starfish sands
With t..."></div>
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