Lyrics In the White Giants Thigh - Dylan Thomas

In the White Giants Thigh - Dylan Thomas
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Date of issue: 16.01.2014
Song language: English

In the White Giants Thigh

Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry\nUnder the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,\nAnd there this night I walk in the white giant’s thigh\nWhere barren as boulders women lie longing still\nTo labour and love though they lay down long ago.\nThrough throats where many rivers meet, the women pray,\nPleading in the waded bay for the seed to flow\nThough the names on their weed grown stones are rained\naway\nAnd alone in the night’s eternal, curving act\nThey yearn with tongues of curlews for the unconceived\nAnd immemorial sons of the cudgelling, hacked\nHill. Who once in gooseskin winter loved all ice leaved\nIn the courters' lanes, or twined in the ox roasting\nsun\nIn the wains tonned so high that the wisps of the hay\nClung to the pitching clouds, or gay with any one\nYoung as they in the after milking moonlight lay\nUnder the lighted shapes of faith and their moonshade\nPetticoats galed high, or shy with the rough riding\nboys,\nNow clasp me to their grains in the gigantic glade,\nWho once, green countries since, were a hedgerow of\njoys.\nTime by, their dust was flesh the swineherd rooted sly,\nFlared in the reek of the wiving sty with the rush\nLight of his thighs, spreadeagle to the dunghill sky,\nOr with their orchard man in the core of the sun’s bush\nRough as cows' tongues and trashed with brambles their\nbuttermilk\nManes, under his quenchless summer barbed gold to the\nbone,\nOr rippling soft in the spinney moon as the silk\nAnd ducked and draked white lake that harps to a hail\nstone.\nWho once were a bloom of wayside brides in the hawed\nhouse\nAnd heard the lewd, wooed field flow to the coming\nfrost,\nThe scurrying, furred small friars squeal, in the dowse\nOf day, in the thistle aisles, till the white owl\ncrossed\nTheir breast, the vaulting does roister, the horned\nbucks climb\nQuick in the wood at love, where a torch of foxes\nfoams,\nAll birds and beasts of the linked night uproar and\nchime\nAnd the mole snout blunt under his pilgrimage of domes,\nOr, butter fat goosegirls, bounced in a gambo bed,\nTheir breasts full of honey, under their gander king\nTrounced by his wings in the hissing shippen, long dead\nAnd gone that barley dark where their clogs danced in\nthe spring,\nAnd their firefly hairpins flew, and the ricks ran\nround —\n(But nothing bore, no mouthing babe to the veined hives\nHugged, and barren and bare on Mother Goose’s ground\nThey with the simple Jacks were a boulder of wives) —\nNow curlew cry me down to kiss the mouths of their\ndust.\nThe dust of their kettles and clocks swings to and fro\nWhere the hay rides now or the bracken kitchens rust\nAs the arc of the billhooks that flashed the hedges low\nAnd cut the birds' boughs that the minstrel sap ran\nred.\nThey from houses where the harvest bows, hold me hard,\nWho heard the tall bell sail down the Sundays of the\ndead\nAnd the rain wring out its tongues on the faded yard,\nTeach me the love that is evergreen after the fall\nleaved\nGrave, after Beloved on the grass gulfed cross is\nscrubbed\nOff by the sun and Daughters no longer grieved\nSave by their long desirers in the fox cubbed\nStreets or hungering in the crumbled wood: to these\nHale dead and deathless do the women of the hill\nLove for ever meridian through the courters' trees\nAnd the daughters of darkness flame like Fawkes fires\nstill.

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Artist lyrics: Dylan Thomas