{"id":113,"date":"2010-11-19T18:36:14","date_gmt":"2010-11-19T23:36:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=113"},"modified":"2010-11-19T18:36:14","modified_gmt":"2010-11-19T23:36:14","slug":"dylan-thomas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/113\/poems\/dylan-thomas\/","title":{"rendered":"Dylan Thomas"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lament<\/strong><\/p>\n

When I was a windy boy and a bit
\nAnd the black spit of the chapel fold,
\n(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
\nI tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
\nThe rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
\nI skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
\nNine-pin down on donkey’s common,
\nAnd on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
\nWhoever I would with my wicked eyes,
\nThe whole of the moon I could love and leave
\nAll the green leaved little weddings’ wives
\nIn the coal black bush and let them grieve.<\/p>\n

When I was a gusty man and a half
\nAnd the black beast of the beetles’ pews
\n(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of bitches),
\nNot a boy and a bit in the wick-
\nDipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf,
\nI whistled all night in the twisted flues,
\nMidwives grew in the midnight ditches,
\nAnd the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!-
\nWhenever I dove in a breast high shoal,
\nWherever I ramped in the clover quilts,
\nWhatsoever I did in the coal-
\nBlack night, I left my quivering prints.<\/p>\n

When I was a man you could call a man
\nAnd the black cross of the holy house,
\n(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome),
\nBrandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime,
\nNo springtailed tom in the red hot town
\nWith every simmering woman his mouse
\nBut a hillocky bull in the swelter
\nOf summer come in his great good time
\nTo the sultry, biding herds, I said,
\nOh, time enough when the blood runs cold,
\nAnd I lie down but to sleep in bed,
\nFor my sulking, skulking, coal black soul!<\/p>\n

When I was half the man I was
\nAnd serve me right as the preachers warn,
\n(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall),
\nNo flailing calf or cat in a flame
\nOr hickory bull in milky grass
\nBut a black sheep with a crumpled horn,
\nAt last the soul from its foul mousehole
\nSlunk pouting out when the limp time came;
\nAnd I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye,
\nGristle and rind, and a roarers’ life,
\nAnd I shoved it into the coal black sky
\nTo find a woman’s soul for a wife.<\/p>\n

Now I am a man no more no more
\nAnd a black reward for a roaring life,
\n(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),
\nTidy and cursed in my dove cooed room
\nI lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw–
\nFor, oh, my soul found a sunday wife
\nIn the coal black sky and she bore angels!
\nHarpies around me out of her womb!
\nChastity prays for me, piety sings,
\nInnocence sweetens my last black breath,
\nModesty hides my thighs in her wings,
\nAnd all the deadly virtues plague my death!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Lament 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, The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit, I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled Nine-pin down on donkey’s […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-113","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=113"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113\/revisions\/114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=113"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=113"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=113"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}