Not forever shall the Lord of the red hail
Dylan Thomas
1914 to 1953
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Not forever shall the Lord of the red hail
in his velvet hand the can of blood;
He be wise and let his brimstone spill,
Free from burning nests the arrows’ brood.
And sweet shall fall from his side,
And loud his anger stamp upon hill.
As fire falls, two hemispheres divide,
Shall drown boys of battle in their swill,
The stock and that bayonet from the mud,
The fields yet undivided the skull.
Both mind and matter at the scalding
Shall fall away, and leave one singing shell.
A in space shall keep the shape of thought,
The of earth, the curving of the heart,
And from darkness spin the golden soul.
Intangible my world shall to naught,
The solid world shall wither in the heat,
How soon, how soon, O lord of the red hail!
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