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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churches<br>When, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,<br>His beast heel cleft in a sandal,<br>Time marks a black aisle kindle from the brand of ashes,<br>Grief with dishevelled hands tear out the altar ghost<br>And a firewind kill the candle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the choir minute I hear the hour chant:<br>Time's coral saint and the salt grief drown a foul sepulchre<br>And a whirlpool drives the prayerwheel;<br>Moonfall and sailing emperor, pale as their tide-print,<br>Hear by death's accident the clocked and dashed-down spire<br>Strike the sea hour through bellmetal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is loud and dark directly under the dumb flame,<br>Storm, snow, and fountain in the weather of fireworks,<br>Cathedral calm in the pulled house;<br>Grief with drenched book and candle christens the cherub time<br>From the emerald, still bell; and from the pacing weather-cock<br>The voice of bird on coral prays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forever it is a white child in the dark-skinned summer<br>Out of the font of bone and plants at that stone tocsin<br>Scales the blue wall of spirits;<br>From blank and leaking winter sails the child in colour,<br>Shakes, in crabbed burial shawl, by sorcerer's insect woken,<br>Ding dong from the mute turrets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mean by time the cast and curfew rascal of our marriage,<br>At nightbreak born in the fat side, from an animal bed<br>In a holy room in a wave;<br>And all love's sinners in sweet cloth kneel to a hyleg image,<br>Nutmeg, civet, and sea-parsley serve the plagued groom and bride<br>Who have brought forth the urchin grief.</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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When, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,
His beast heel cleft in a sandal,
Time marks a black aisle kindle from the brand of ashes,
Grief with dishevelled hands tear out t..."></div>
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