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Dylan Thomas - `If my head hurt a hair`s foot`Dylan Thomas - `If my head hurt a hair`s foot`
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`If my head hurt a hair`s foot Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out. Sooner drop with the worm of the ropes round my throat Than bully ill love in the clouted scene. `All game phrases fit your ring of a cockfight: I`ll comb the snared woods with a glove on a lamp, Peck, sprint, dance on fountains and duck time Before I rush in a crouch the ghost with a hammer, air, Strike light, and bloody a loud room. `If my bunched, monkey coming is cruel Rage me back to the making house. My hand unravel When you sew the deep door. The bed is a cross place. Bend, if my journey ache, direction like an arc or make A limp and riderless shape to leap nine thinning months.` `No. Not for Christ`s dazzling bed Or a nacreous sleep among soft particles and charms My dear would I change my tears or your iron head. Thrust, my daughter or son, to escape, there is none, none, none, Nor when all ponderous heaven`s host of waters breaks. `Now to awake husked of gestures and my joy like a cave To the anguish and carrion, to the infant forever unfree, O my lost love bounced from a good home; The grain that hurries this way from the rim of the grave Has a voice and a house, and there and here you must couch and cry. `Rest beyond choice in the dust-appointed grain, At the breast stored with seas. No return Through the waves of the fat streets nor the skeleton`s thin ways. The grave and my calm body are shut to your coming as stone, And the endless beginning of prodigies suffers open.`
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