A process in the weather of the heart
de Dylan Thomas(2006)
1 min lectură
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A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
the bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their douible shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Dylan Thomas
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2006
- Cuvinte
- 168
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 24
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Dylan Thomas. “A process in the weather of the heart.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/dylan-thomas/poezie/a-process-in-the-weather-of-the-heartIntrebari frecvente
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