Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас)

Here in This spring

Here in this spring, stars float along the void;
Here in this ornamental winter
Down pelts the naked weather;
This summer buries a spring bird.

Symbols are selected from the years'
Slow rounding of four seasons' coasts,
In autumn teach three seasons' fires
And four birds' notes.

I should tell summer from the trees, the worms
Tell, if at all, the winter's storms
Or the funeral of the sun;
I should learn spring by the cuckooing,
And the slug should teach me destruction.

A worm tells summer better than the clock,
The slug's a living calendar of days;
What shall it tell me if a timeless insect
Says the world wears away?

1. If My Head Hurt a Hair's Foot
2. On the Marriage of a Virgin
3. Over Sir John's Hill
4. Altarwise by Owl-Light
5. I Make This in a Warring Absence

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