Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас)

Twenty-Four Years

Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
Sewing a shroud for a journey
By the light of the meat-eating sun.
Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun,
With my red veins full of money,
In the final direction of the elementary town
I advance as long as forever is.

1. We Lying by Seasand
2. Foster the Light
3. When I Woke
4. Holy Spring
5. The Seed-At-Zero

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