Deaths And Entrances Poem by Dylan Thomas

Deaths And Entrances

Rating: 2.9

On almost the incendiary eve
Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
And always known must leave
Lions and fires of his flying breath,
Of your immortal friends
Who'd raise the organs of the counted dust
To shoot and sing your praise,
One who called deepest down shall hold his peace
That cannot sink or cease
Endlessly to his wound
In many married London's estranging grief.

On almost the incendiary eve
When at your lips and keys,
Locking, unlocking, the murdered strangers weave,
One who is most unknown,
Your polestar neighbour, sun of another street,
Will dive up to his tears.
He'll bathe his raining blood in the male sea
Who strode for your own dead
And wind his globe out of your water thread
And load the throats of shells
with every cry since light
Flashed first across his thunderclapping eyes.

On almost the incendiary eve
Of deaths and entrances,
When near and strange wounded on London's waves
Have sought your single grave,
One enemy, of many, who knows well
Your heart is luminous
In the watched dark, quivering through locks and caves,
Will pull the thunderbolts
To shut the sun, plunge, mount your darkened keys
And sear just riders back,
Until that one loved least
Looms the last Samson of your zodiac.

paul amrod 11 April 2019

This piece I analyzed while studying his literature. Always he has a special touch for evoking a dreamlike state of mind. Simply a scintillating metaphysical journey.

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Walterrean Salley 29 November 2016

**Thought provoking.

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Mountain Man 08 September 2016

Classic Dylan very inspiring words by this man....

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit

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Haytem A.f 01 June 2008

Good work, worth reading.. I give it 8..

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Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas

Swansea / Wales
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