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Especially When The October Wind

Especially when the October

With frosty fingers punishes my hair,

Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on

And cast a shadow crab upon the land,

By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,

Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,

My busy heart who shudders as she

Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words,

I

On the horizon walking like the

The wordy shapes of women, and the

Of the star-gestured children in the park.

Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,

Some of the oaken voices, from the

Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,

Some let me make you of the water's speeches.

Behind a pot of ferns the wagging

Tells me the hour's word, the neural

Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the

And tells the windy weather in the cock.

Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;

The signal grass that tells me all I

Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.

Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Especially when the October wind(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,

The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)With fists of turnips punishes the land,

Some let me make you of the heartless words.

The heart is drained that, spelling in the

Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.

By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

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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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