My Hero Bares His Nerves
de Dylan Thomas(2005)
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My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.
And these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on the lovelorn paper
I hug to love with my unruly scrawl
That utters all love hunger
And tells the page the empty ill.
My hero bares my side and sees his heart
Tread, like a naked Venus,
The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait;
Stripping my loin of promise,
He promises a secret heat.
He holds the wire from the box of nerves
Praising the mortal error
Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves,
And the hunger\'s emperor;
He pulls the chain, the cistern moves.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Dylan Thomas
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 135
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 20
- Actualizat
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Dylan Thomas. “My Hero Bares His Nerves.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/dylan-thomas/poezie/my-hero-bares-his-nervesIntrebari frecvente
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