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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ceremony After A Fire Raid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Myselves<br>The grievers<br>Grieve<br>Among the street burned to tireless death<br>A child of a few hours<br>With its kneading mouth<br>Charred on the black breast of the grave<br>The mother dug, and its arms full of fires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Begin<br>With singing<br>Sing<br>Darkness kindled back into beginning<br>When the caught tongue nodded blind,<br>A star was broken<br>Into the centuries of the child<br>Myselves grieve now, and miracles cannot atone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive<br>Us forgive<br>Us your death that myselves the believers<br>May hold it in a great flood<br>Till the blood shall spurt,<br>And the dust shall sing like a bird<br>As the grains blow, as your death grows, through our heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crying<br>Your dying<br>Cry,<br>Child beyond cockcrow, by the fire-dwarfed<br>Street we chant the flying sea<br>In the body bereft.<br>Love is the last light spoken. Oh<br>Seed of sons in the loin of the black husk left.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not whether<br>Adam or Eve, the adorned holy bullock<br>Or the white ewe lamb<br>Or the chosen virgin<br>Laid in her snow<br>On the altar of London,<br>Was the first to die<br>In the cinder of the little skull,<br>O bride and bride groom<br>O Adam and Eve together<br>Lying in the lull<br>Under the sad breast of the head stone<br>White as the skeleton<br>Of the garden of Eden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know the legend<br>Of Adam and Eve is never for a second<br>Silent in my service<br>Over the dead infants<br>Over the one<br>Child who was priest and servants,<br>Word, singers, and tongue<br>In the cinder of the little skull,<br>Who was the serpent's<br>Night fall and the fruit like a sun,<br>Man and woman undone,<br>Beginning crumbled back to darkness<br>Bare as nurseries<br>Of the garden of wilderness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the organpipes and steeples<br>Of the luminous cathedrals,<br>Into the weathercocks' molten mouths<br>Rippling in twelve-winded circles,<br>Into the dead clock burning the hour<br>Over the urn of sabbaths<br>Over the whirling ditch of daybreak<br>Over the sun's hovel and the slum of fire<br>And the golden pavements laid in requiems,<br>Into the bread in a wheatfield of flames,<br>Into the wine burning like brandy,<br>The masses of the sea<br>The masses of the sea under<br>The masses of the infant-bearing sea<br>Erupt, fountain, and enter to utter for ever<br>Glory glory glory<br>The sundering ultimate kingdom of genesis' thunder.</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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Myselves
The grievers
Grieve
Among the street burned to tireless death
A child of a few hours
With its kneading mouth
Charred on the black breast of the grave
The mother dug, and its arms full of fires.

Begin
With singing
Sing
Darkness kindled..."></div>
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