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After The Funeral (In Memory Of Ann Jones)

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After the funeral, mule praises, brays,
Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tap
Tap happily of one peg in the thick
Grave's foot, blinds down the lids, the teeth in black,
The spittled eyes, the salt ponds in the sleeves,
Morning smack of the spade that wakes up sleep,
Shakes a desolate boy who slits his throat
In the dark of the coffin and sheds dry leaves,
That breaks one bone to light with a judgment clout'
After the feast of tear-stuffed time and thistles
In a room with a stuffed fox and a stale fern,
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Dr Antony Theodore 26 November 2020
The seas to service that her wood-tongud virtue Babble like a bellbuoy over the hymning heads, Bow down the walls of the ferned and foxy woods That her love sing and swing through a brown chapel, Blees her bent spirit with four, crossing birds. A very fine poem. tony
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Khairul Ahsan 26 November 2020
'Magnified out of praise; her death was a still drop' - what a magnificent expression, loved it! Glad to see this poem get the well deserved honour of the 'Modern Poem of the Day'!
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Edward Kofi Louis 26 November 2020
Tears! ! ! ! At the funeral! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Bow down the walls of the ferned and foxy woods That her love sing and swing through a brown chapel. Great
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Mahtab Bangalee 26 November 2020
Yes, about the poem the poignant comments of R.H. Peat and Denis Prosser were right, I think. It's a poem on Ann Jones and life of that time. Beautiful poem
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Michael Jimack 29 April 2018
A dense but very moving poem
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Joey McMelon 14 March 2018
Light to decent 4, tran...
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Walterrean Salley 29 November 2016
I’m sure Ann Jones would smile for this tribute.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit
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Stephen Loomes 07 November 2013
I enjoyed the erudite comments of Messrs. Peat and Prosser, and I recommend the BBC disc with Richard Burton narrating Under Milkwood. As for the poem, I was unaware that Ann Jones was Thomas' aunt, and as Ann's bard, his grieving utterances and observations allow us to see through his eyes. The poem is a miracle of the English language
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