Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас)

Was There a Time

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children’s circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has set its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What’s never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone’s unhurt, so the blind man sees best.

1. Here in This spring
2. Find Meat on Bones
3. Into Her Lying Down Head
4. All That I Owe the Fellows of the Grave
5. Why East Wind Chills

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