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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If my head hurt a hair's foot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If my head hurt a hair's foot<br>Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath<br>Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out.<br>Sooner drop with the worm of the ropes round my throat<br>Than bully ill love in the clouted scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All game phrases fit your ring of a cockfight:<br>I'll comb the snared woods with a glove on a lamp,<br>Peck, sprint, dance on fountains and duck time<br>Before I rush in a crouch the ghost with a hammer, air,<br>Strike light, and bloody a loud room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If my bunched, monkey coming is cruel<br>Rage me back to the making house. My hand unravel<br>When you sew the deep door. The bed is a cross place.<br>Bend, if my journey ache, direction like an arc or make<br>A limp and riderless shape to leap nine thinning months.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No. Not for Christ's dazzling bed<br>Or a nacreous sleep among soft particles and charms<br>My dear would I change my tears or your iron head.<br>Thrust, my daughter or son, to escape, there is none, none, none,<br>Nor when all ponderous heaven's host of waters breaks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now to awake husked of gestures and my joy like a cave<br>To the anguish and carrion, to the infant forever unfree,<br>O my lost love bounced from a good home;<br>The grain that hurries this way from the rim of the grave<br>Has a voice and a house, and there and here you must couch and cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rest beyond choice in the dust-appointed grain,<br>At the breast stored with seas. No return<br>Through the waves of the fat streets nor the skeleton's thin ways.<br>The grave and my calm body are shut to your coming as stone,<br>And the endless beginning of prodigies suffers open.'</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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Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath
Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out.
Sooner drop with the worm of the ropes round my throat
Than bully ill love in the clouted scene.

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