《In the White Giant’s Thigh》歌词

歌曲： In the White Giant’s Thigh

所属专辑：Reading Vol. 1: A Child’s Christmas in Wales & Five Poems

歌手： Dylan Thomas

时长： 05:14

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In the White Giant's Thigh - Dylan Thomas[00:00:00]

Through throats where many rivers meet the curlews cry[00:00:00]

Under the conceiving moon on the high chalk hill[00:00:04]

And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh[00:00:09]

Where barren as boulders women lie longing still[00:00:13]

To labour and love though they lay down long ago[00:00:18]

Through throats where many rivers meet the women pray[00:00:23]

Pleading in the waded bay for the seed to flow[00:00:27]

Though the names on their w**d grown stones are rained[00:00:31]

Away[00:00:35]

And alone in the night's eternal curving act[00:00:36]

They yearn with tongues of curlews for the unconceived[00:00:41]

And immemorial sons of the cudgelling hacked[00:00:46]

Hill who once in gooseskin winter loved all ice leaved[00:00:50]

In the courters' lanes or twined in the ox roasting[00:00:56]

Sun[00:01:01]

In the wains tonned so high that the wisps of the hay[00:01:02]

Clung to the pitching clouds or gay with any one[00:01:06]

Young as they in the after milking moonlight lay[00:01:11]

Under the lighted shapes of faith and their moonshade[00:01:15]

Petticoats galed high or shy with the rough riding[00:01:19]

Boys[00:01:25]

Now clasp me to their grains in the gigantic glade[00:01:27]

Who once green countries since were a hedgerow of[00:01:32]

Joys[00:01:37]

Time by their dust was flesh the swineherd rooted sly[00:01:39]

Flared in the reek of the wiving sty with the rush[00:01:46]

Light of his thighs spreadeagle to the dunghill sky[00:01:50]

Or with their orchard man in the core of the sun's bush[00:01:56]

Rough as cows tongues and trashed with brambles their[00:02:00]

Buttermilk[00:02:04]

Manes under his quenchless summer barbed gold to the[00:02:05]

Bone[00:02:12]

Or rippling soft in the spinney moon as the silk[00:02:13]

And ducked and draked white lake that harps to a hail[00:02:17]

Stone[00:02:22]

Who once were a bloom of wayside brides in the hawed[00:02:24]

House[00:02:27]

And heard the lewd wooed field flow to the coming[00:02:28]

Frost[00:02:32]

The scurrying furred small friars squeal in the dowse[00:02:33]

Of day in the thistle aisles till the white owl[00:02:39]

Crossed[00:02:43]

Their breast the vaulting does roister the horned[00:02:43]

Bucks climb[00:02:48]

Quick in the wood at love where a torch of foxes[00:02:50]

Foams[00:02:54]

All birds and beasts of the linked night uproar and[00:02:55]

Chime[00:02:59]

And the mole snout blunt under his pilgrimage of domes[00:03:01]

Or butter fat goosegirls bounced in a gambo bed[00:03:07]

Their breasts full of honey under their gander king[00:03:11]

Trounced by his wings in the hissing shippen long dead[00:03:15]

And gone that barley dark where their clogs danced in[00:03:20]

The spring[00:03:25]

And their firefly hairpins flew and the ricks ran[00:03:26]

Round[00:03:31]

But nothing bore no mouthing babe to the veined hives[00:03:32]

Hugged and barren and bare on mother goose's ground[00:03:37]

They with the simple jacks were a boulder of wives[00:03:42]

Now curlew cry me down to kiss the mouths of their[00:03:48]

Dust[00:03:53]

The dust of their kettles and clocks swings to and fro[00:03:56]

Where the hay rides now or the bracken kitchens rust[00:04:00]

As the arc of the billhooks that flashed the hedges low[00:04:03]

And cut the birds' boughs that the minstrel sap ran[00:04:08]

Red[00:04:12]

They from houses where the harvest bows hold me hard[00:04:13]

Who heard the tall bell sail down the sundays of the[00:04:18]

Dead[00:04:21]

And the rain wring out it's tongues on the faded yard[00:04:22]

Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall[00:04:27]

Leaved[00:04:30]

Grave after beloved on the grass gulfed cross is[00:04:31]

Scrubbed[00:04:35]

Off by the sun and daughters no longer grieved[00:04:36]

Save by their long desirers in the fox cubbed[00:04:41]

Streets or hungering in the crumbled wood to these[00:04:46]

Hale dead and deathless do the women of the hill[00:04:52]

Love for ever meridian through the courters' trees[00:04:57]

And the daughters of darkness flame like fawkes fires[00:05:03]

Still[00:05:08]