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Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас)


Among Those Killed in the Dawn Raid Was a Man Aged a Hundred


When the morning was waking over the war
He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,
The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide,
He dropped where he loved on the burst pavement stone
And the funeral grains of the slaughtered floor.
Tell his street on its back he stopped a sun
And the craters of his eyes grew springshots and fire
When all the keys shot from the locks, and rang.
Dig no more for the chains of his grey-haired heart.
The heavenly ambulance drawn by a wound
Assembling waits for the spade’s ring on the cage.
O keep his bones away from the common cart,
The morning is flying on the wings of his age
And a hundred storks perch on the sun’s right hand.



Dylan Thomas's other poems:
  1. Here in This spring
  2. Into Her Lying Down Head
  3. Find Meat on Bones
  4. When I Woke
  5. All That I Owe the Fellows of the Grave


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