Dylan Thomas Poems

If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,
If the red tickle as the cattle calve
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The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.
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When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
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Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
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Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger
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O
Out of a bed of love
When that immortal hospital made one more moove to soothe
The curless counted body,
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There was a saviour
Rarer than radium,
Commoner than water, crueller than truth;
Children kept from the sun
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O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies
Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws
Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face,
Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare enemies
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(for Llewelyn)

This side of the truth,
You may not see, my son,
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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 sent its maggot on their track.
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