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 Ling 102/WI Intro to the Study of Language Hurley S10 1 A grief ago, She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower, Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-sided thorn, Hell wind and sea, A stem cementing, wrestled up the tower, Rose maid and male, Or, master venus, through the paddler's bowl Sailed up the sun; Who is my grief, A chrysalis unwrinkling on the iron, Wrenched by my fingerman, the leaden bud Shot through the leaf, Was who was folded on the rod the aaron Road east to plague, The horn and ball of water on the frog Housed in the side. And she who lies, Like exodus a chapter from the garden, Brand of the lily's anger on her ring, Tugged through the days Her ropes of heritage, the wars of pardon, On field and sand The twelve triangles of the cherub wind Engraving going. Who then is she, She holding me? The people's sea drives on her, Drives out the father from the caesared camp; The dens of shape A Grief Ago  a poem by Dylan Thomas 

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  • Ling 102/WI Intro to the Study of Language

    Hurley S10 1

    A grief ago,

    She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower,

    Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-sided thorn,

    Hell wind and sea,

    A stem cementing, wrestled up the tower,

    Rose maid and male,

    Or, master venus, through the paddler's bowl

    Sailed up the sun;

    Who is my grief,

    A chrysalis unwrinkling on the iron,

    Wrenched by my fingerman, the leaden bud

    Shot through the leaf,

    Was who was folded on the rod the aaron

    Road east to plague,

    The horn and ball of water on the frog

    Housed in the side.

    And she who lies,

    Like exodus a chapter from the garden,

    Brand of the lily's anger on her ring,

    Tugged through the days

    Her ropes of heritage, the wars of pardon,

    On field and sand

    The twelve triangles of the cherub wind

    Engraving going.

    Who then is she,

    She holding me? The people's sea drives on her,

    Drives out the father from the caesared camp;

    The dens of shape

    A Grief Ago a poem by Dylan Thomas

  • Ling 102/WI Intro to the Study of Language

    Hurley S10 2

    Shape all her whelps with the long voice of water,

    That she I have,

    The country-handed grave boxed into love,

    Rise before dark.

    The night is near,

    A nitric shape that leaps her, time and acid;

    I tell her this: before the suncock cast

    Her bone to fire,

    Let her inhale her dead, through seed and solid

    Draw in their seas,

    So cross her hand with their grave gipsy eyes,

    And close her fist.