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23 March 2017

Ship Shape Clouds - Victor, Montana

"...Only for the turning of the earth in her holy
Heart! Slyly, slowly, hearing the wound in her side go 
Round the sun, he comes to my love like the designed snow, 
And truly he 
Flows to the strand of flowers like the dew's ruly sea, 
And surely he sails like the ship shape clouds. 
Oh he 

Comes designed to my love to steal not her tide raking 
Wound, nor her riding high, nor her eyes, nor kindled hair, 
But her faith that each vast night and the saga of prayer 

He comes to take...
 
Ever and ever by all your vows believe and fear 
My dear this night he comes and night without end my dear                                          

Since you were born: 
And you shall wake, from country sleep, this dawn and each first dawn, 
Your faith as deathless as the outcry of the ruled sun."
 



- From In country sleep II, by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), 
published in the volume Collected Poems, 1934-1952


Read the full text of this poem and more from Dylan Thomas here,
 thanks to Project Gutenberg of Australia. (And be sure to read his collection's introductory Note.
Hidden gems abound in Author notes and acknowledgements!)

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