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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poem In October</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was my thirtieth year to heaven<br>Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood<br>And the mussel pooled and the heron<br>Priested shore<br>The morning beckon<br>With water praying and call of seagull and rook<br>And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall<br>Myself to set foot<br>That second<br>In the still sleeping town and set forth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My birthday began with the water-<br>Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name<br>Above the farms and the white horses<br>And I rose<br>In rainy autumn<br>And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.<br>High tide and the heron dived when I took the road<br>Over the border<br>And the gates<br>Of the town closed as the town awoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A springful of larks in a rolling<br>Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling<br>Blackbirds and the sun of October<br>Summery<br>On the hill's shoulder,<br>Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly<br>Come in the morning where I wandered and listened<br>To the rain wringing<br>Wind blow cold<br>In the wood faraway under me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pale rain over the dwindling harbour<br>And over the sea wet church the size of a snail<br>With its horns through mist and the castle<br>Brown as owls<br>But all the gardens<br>Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales<br>Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.<br>There could I marvel<br>My birthday<br>Away but the weather turned around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It turned away from the blithe country<br>And down the other air and the blue altered sky<br>Streamed again a wonder of summer<br>With apples<br>Pears and red currants<br>And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's<br>Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother<br>Through the parables<br>Of sun light<br>And the legends of the green chapels</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the twice told fields of infancy<br>That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.<br>These were the woods the river and sea<br>Where a boy<br>In the listening<br>Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy<br>To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.<br>And the mystery<br>Sang alive<br>Still in the water and singingbirds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there could I marvel my birthday<br>Away but the weather turned around. And the true<br>Joy of the long dead child sang burning<br>In the sun.<br>It was my thirtieth<br>Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon<br>Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.<br>O may my heart's truth<br>Still be sung<br>On this high hill in a year's turning.</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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Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net w..."></div>
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