Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam, And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies, The atlas-eater with a jaw for news, Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream. Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds, Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg, With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds, Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg, Scraped at my cradle in a walking word That night of time under the Christward shelter: I am the long world's gentleman, he said, And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.
-- Dylan Thomas
20 November 2008
Listen up!
You should buy this chapbook here. Excellent stuff.
(I'm told the acknowledgments page is especially good.)
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*hug*
Thanks so much for everything.
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