poet Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas

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It Is The Sinners' Dust-Tongued Bell

It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churches
When, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,
His beast heel cleft in a sandal,
Time marks a black aisle kindle from the brand of ashes,
Grief with dishevelled hands tear out the altar ghost
And a firewind kill the candle.

Over the choir minute I hear the hour chant:
Time's coral saint and the salt grief drown a foul sepulchre
And a whirlpool drives the prayerwheel;
Moonfall and sailing emperor, pale as their tide-print,
Hear by death's accident the clocked and dashed-down spire
Strike the sea hour through bellmetal.

There is loud and dark directly under the dumb flame,
Storm, snow, and fountain in the weather of fireworks,
Cathedral calm in the pulled house;
Grief with drenched book and candle christens the cherub time
From the emerald, still bell; and from the pacing weather-cock
The voice of bird on coral prays.

Forever it is a white child in the dark-skinned summer
Out of the font of bone and plants at that stone tocsin
Scales the blue wall of spirits;
From blank and leaking winter sails the child in colour,
Shakes, in crabbed burial shawl, by sorcerer's insect woken,
Ding dong from the mute turrets.

I mean by time the cast and curfew rascal of our marriage,
At nightbreak born in the fat side, from an animal bed
In a holy room in a wave;
And all love's sinners in sweet cloth kneel to a hyleg image,
Nutmeg, civet, and sea-parsley serve the plagued groom and bride
Who have brought forth the urchin grief.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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  • Shaun CronickShaun Cronick (6/5/2020 5:15:00 PM)

    Dylai pob pechadur ddarllen gwaith mawr Dylan.

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (10/27/2019 12:14:00 PM)

    nd all love's sinners in sweet cloth kneel to a hyleg image,
    Nutmeg, civet, and sea-parsley serve the plagued groom and bride
    Who have brought forth the urchin grief... a great poem indeed. tony

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjrFrank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/17/2015 3:08:00 AM)

    Another pen-gem by one of poetrys most skilled bards

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (4/26/2014 2:01:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit

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