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Слушать(AI)O Make Me A Mask
O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your
Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled
Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face,
Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare
The bayonet tongue in this undefended prayerpiece,
The present mouth, and the sweetly blown trumpet of lies,
Shaped in old armour and oak the countenance of a
To shield the glistening brain and blunt the examiners,
And a tear-stained widower grief drooped from the
To veil belladonna and let the dry eyes
Others betray the lamenting lies of their
By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.
Dylan Thomas
Was a Welsh poet and writer whose works include the poems "Do not go gentle into that good night" and "And death shall have no dominion"; the "p
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