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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When, Like a Running Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,<br>Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,<br>Love in her gear is slowly through the house,<br>Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse,<br>Hauled to the dome,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comes, like a scissors stalking, tailor age,<br>Deliver me who timid in my tribe,<br>Of love am barer than Cadaver's trap<br>Robbed of the foxy tongue, his footed tape<br>Of the bone inch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deliver me, my masters, head and heart,<br>Heart of Cadaver's candle waxes thin,<br>When blood, spade-handed, and the logic time<br>Drive children up like bruises to the thumb,<br>From maid and head,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, sunday faced, with dusters in my glove,<br>Chaste and the chaser, man with the cockshut eye,<br>I, that time's jacket or the coat of ice<br>May fail to fasten with a virgin o<br>In the straight grave,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stride through Cadaver's country in my force,<br>My pickbrain masters morsing on the stone<br>Despair of blood faith in the maiden's slime,<br>Halt among eunuchs, and the nitric stain<br>On fork and face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time is a foolish fancy, time and fool.<br>No, no, you lover skull, descending hammer<br>Descends, my masters, on the entered honour.<br>You hero skull, Cadaver in the hangar<br>Tells the stick, 'fail.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy is no knocking nation, sir and madam,<br>The cancer's fashion, or the summer feather<br>Lit on the cuddled tree, the cross of fever,<br>Not city tar and subway bored to foster<br>Man through macadam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dump the waxlights in your tower dome.<br>Joy is the knock of dust, Cadaver's shoot<br>Of bud of Adam through his boxy shift,<br>Love's twilit nation and the skull of state,<br>Sir, is your doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything ends, the tower ending and,<br>(Have with the house of wind), the leaning scene,<br>Ball of the foot depending from the sun,<br>(Give, summer, over), the cemented skin,<br>The actions' end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All, men my madmen, the unwholesome wind<br>With whistler's cough contages, time on track<br>Shapes in a cinder death; love for his trick,<br>Happy Cadaver's hunger as you take<br>The kissproof world.</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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Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,
Love in her gear is slowly through the house,
Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse,
Hauled to the dome,

Comes, like a scissors stalking, tailor age,
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