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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373534" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a windy boy and a bit<br>And the black spit of the chapel fold,<br>(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),<br>I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,<br>The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,<br>I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled<br>Nine-pin down on donkey's common,<br>And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed<br>Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,<br>The whole of the moon I could love and leave<br>All the green leaved little weddings' wives<br>In the coal black bush and let them grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a gusty man and a half<br>And the black beast of the beetles' pews<br>(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches),<br>Not a boy and a bit in the wick-<br>Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf,<br>I whistled all night in the twisted flues,<br>Midwives grew in the midnight ditches,<br>And the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!-<br>Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal,<br>Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts,<br>Whatsoever I did in the coal-<br>Black night, I left my quivering prints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a man you could call a man<br>And the black cross of the holy house,<br>(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome),<br>Brandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime,<br>No springtailed tom in the red hot town<br>With every simmering woman his mouse<br>But a hillocky bull in the swelter<br>Of summer come in his great good time<br>To the sultry, biding herds, I said,<br>Oh, time enough when the blood runs cold,<br>And I lie down but to sleep in bed,<br>For my sulking, skulking, coal black soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was half the man I was<br>And serve me right as the preachers warn,<br>(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall),<br>No flailing calf or cat in a flame<br>Or hickory bull in milky grass<br>But a black sheep with a crumpled horn,<br>At last the soul from its foul mousehole<br>Slunk pouting out when the limp time came;<br>And I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye,<br>Gristle and rind, and a roarers' life,<br>And I shoved it into the coal black sky<br>To find a woman's soul for a wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I am a man no more no more<br>And a black reward for a roaring life,<br>(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),<br>Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room<br>I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw--<br>For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife<br>In the coal black sky and she bore angels!<br>Harpies around me out of her womb!<br>Chastity prays for me, piety sings,<br>Innocence sweetens my last black breath,<br>Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,<br>And all the deadly virtues plague my death!</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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And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
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