Текст песни Author's Prologue - Dylan Thomas
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
snails,
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.
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
atounged
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
ina
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
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.
![Dylan Thomas - His Complete Recorded Poetry](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/v/u/v/w/shy5jzwvuv.jpg)
1 Poem On His Birthday
2 In Country Sleep
3 Ceremony After a Fire Raid
4 In My Craft Or Sullen Art
5 On the Marriage of a Virgin
6 There Was A Saviour
7 The Hunchback in the Park
8 Love in the Asylum
9 A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London
10 If My Head Hurt a Hair's Foot
11 After the Funeral
12 Altarwise By Owl Light (First Verse Only)
13 In the White Giant's Thigh
14 Author's Prologue
15 If I were tickled by the rub of Love
16 Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines
17 The Hand That Signed the Paper
18 Should Lanterns Shine
19 And Death Shall Have No Dominion
20 Poem In October
21 Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
22 A Winter's Tale
23 Dawn Raid
24 Ballad of the Long-Legged Bait
25 Fern Hill
26 Over Sir John's Hill
27 Lament
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