《After the Funeral》歌词

歌曲： After the Funeral

所属专辑：Poems On the Radio

歌手： Dylan Thomas

时长： 02:59

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After the Funeral - Dylan Thomas[00:00:00]

After the funeral mule praises brays[00:00:01]

Windshake of sailshaped ears muffle-toed tap[00:00:06]

Tap happily of one peg in the thick[00:00:10]

Grave's foot blinds down the lids the teeth in black[00:00:13]

The spittled eyes the salt ponds in the sleeves[00:00:16]

Morning smack of the spade that wakes up sleep[00:00:20]

Shakes a desolate boy who slits his throat[00:00:23]

In the dark of the coffin and sheds dry leaves[00:00:27]

That breaks one bone to light with a judgment clout[00:00:31]

After the feast of tear-stuffed time and thistles[00:00:37]

In a room with a stuffed fox and a stale fern[00:00:41]

I stand for this memorial's sake alone[00:00:45]

In the snivelling hours with dead humped ann[00:00:49]

Whose hodded fountain heart once fell in puddles[00:00:54]

Round the parched worlds of wales and drowned each sun[00:00:59]

Though this for her is a monstrous image blindly[00:01:05]

Magnified out of praise her death was a still drop[00:01:09]

She would not have me sinking in the holy[00:01:14]

Flood of her heart's fame she would lie dumb and deep[00:01:17]

And need no druid of her broken body[00:01:23]

But I ann's bard on a raised hearth call all[00:01:28]

The seas to service that her wood-tongued virtue[00:01:33]

Babble like a bellbuoy over the hymning heads[00:01:37]

Bow down the walls of the ferned and foxy woods[00:01:41]

That her love sing and swing through a brown chapel[00:01:44]

Blees her bent spirit with four crossing birds[00:01:48]

Her flesh was meek as milk but this skyward statue[00:01:55]

With the wild breast and blessed and giant skull[00:02:00]

Is carved from her in a room with a wet window[00:02:05]

In a fiercely mourning house in a crooked year[00:02:08]

I know her scrubbed and sour humble hands[00:02:14]

Lie with religion in their cramp her threadbare[00:02:17]

Whisper in a damp word her wits drilled hollow[00:02:20]

Her fist of a face died clenched on a round pain[00:02:24]

And sculptured ann is seventy years of stone[00:02:29]

These cloud-sopped marble hands this monumental[00:02:35]

Argument of the hewn voice gesture and psalm[00:02:40]

Storm me forever over her grave until[00:02:43]

The stuffed lung of the fox twitch and cry love[00:02:47]

And the strutting fern lay seeds on the black sill[00:02:52]