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Dylan Thomas - Author`s Prologue
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This day winding down now
At God speeded summer`s end
In the torrent salmon sun,
In my seashaken house
On a breakneck of rocks                          
Tangled with chirrup and fruit,
Froth, flute, fin, and quill
At a wood`s dancing hoof,
By scummed, starfish sands
With their fishwife cross                       
Gulls, pipers, cockles, and sails,
Out there, crow black, men
Tackled with clouds, who kneel
To the sunset nets,
Geese nearly in heaven, boys                    
Stabbing, and herons, and shells
That speak seven seas,
Eternal waters away
From the cities of nine
Days` night whose towers will catch             
In the religious wind
Like stalks of tall, dry straw,
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,                   
The fire of birds in
The world`s turning wood,
For my swan, splay sounds),
Out of these seathumbed leaves
That will fly and fall                          
Like leaves of trees and as soon
Crumble and undie
Into the dogdayed night.
Seaward the salmon, sucked sun slips,
And the dumb swans drub blue                    
My dabbed bay`s dusk, as I hack
This rumpus of shapes
For you to know
How I, a spining man,
Glory also this star, bird                      
Roared, sea born, man torn, blood blest.
Hark: I trumpet the place,
From fish to jumping hill! Look:
I build my bellowing ark
To the best of my love                          
As the flood begins,
Out of the fountainhead
Of fear, rage read, manalive,
Molten and mountainous to stream
Over the wound asleep                           
Sheep white hollow farms


To Wales in my arms.
Hoo, there, in castle keep,                     
You king singsong owls, who moonbeam
The flickering runs and dive
The dingle furred deer dead!
Huloo, on plumbed bryns,
O my ruffled ring dove                          
In the hooting, nearly dark
With Welsh and reverent rook,
Coo rooning the woods` praise,
Who moons her blue notes from her nest
Down to the curlew herd!                        
Ho, hullaballoing clan
Agape, with woe
In your beaks, on the gabbing capes!
Heigh, on horseback hill, jack
Whisking hare! who                              
Hears, there, this fox light, my flood ship`s
Clangour as I hew and smite
(A clash of anvils for my
Hubbub and fiddle, this tune
On a tounged puffball)                          
But animals thick as theives
On God`s rough tumbling grounds
(Hail to His beasthood!).
Beasts who sleep good and thin,
Hist, in hogback woods! The haystacked          
Hollow farms in a throng
Of waters cluck and cling,
And barnroofs cockcrow war!
O kingdom of neighbors finned
Felled and quilled, flash to my patch           
Work ark and the moonshine
Drinking Noah of the bay,
With pelt, and scale, and fleece:
Only the drowned deep bells
Of sheep and churches noise                     
Poor peace as the sun sets
And dark shoals every holy field.
We will ride out alone, and then,
Under the stars of Wales,
Cry, Multiudes of arks! Across                  
The water lidded lands,
Manned with their loves they`ll move,
Like wooden islands, hill to hill.
Huloo, my prowed dove with a flute!
Ahoy, old, sea-legged fox,                       
Tom tit and Dai mouse!
My ark sings in the sun
At God speeded summer`s end
And the flood flowers now.
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