English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Not from This Anger. Дилан Томас.

Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас)

Not from This Anger

Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds
And bear those tendril hands I touch across
The agonized, two seas.
Behind my head a square of sky sags over
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.

Dylan Thomas’s other poems:

1. The Seed-At-Zero
2. On No Work of Words
3. Ears in the Turrets Hear
4. All That I Owe the Fellows of the Grave
5. When, Like a Running Grave

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