《In the White Giant’s Thigh》歌词

[00:00:00] In the White Giant's Thigh - Dylan Thomas

[00:00:13] Through throats where many rivers meet the curlews cry

[00:00:18] Under the conceiving moon on the high chalk hill

[00:00:23] And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh

[00:00:27] Where barren as boulders women lie longing still

[00:00:31] To labour and love though they lay down long ago

[00:00:36] Through throats where many rivers meet the women pray

[00:00:40] Pleading in the waded bay for the seed to flow

[00:00:44] Though the names on their w**d grown stones are rained

[00:00:48] Away

[00:00:49] And alone in the night's eternal curving act

[00:00:54] They yearn with tongues of curlews for the unconceived

[00:00:58] And immemorial sons of the cudgelling hacked

[00:01:03] Hill who once in gooseskin winter loved all ice leaved

[00:01:10] In the courters' lanes or twined in the ox roasting

[00:01:14] Sun

[00:01:15] In the wains tonned so high that the wisps of the hay

[00:01:19] Clung to the pitching clouds or gay with any one

[00:01:24] Young as they in the after milking moonlight lay

[00:01:28] Under the lighted shapes of faith and their moonshade

[00:01:32] Petticoats galed high or shy with the rough riding

[00:01:37] Boys

[00:01:39] Now clasp me to their grains in the gigantic glade

[00:01:45] Who once green countries since were a hedgerow of

[00:01:50] Joys

[00:01:52] Time by their dust was flesh the swineherd rooted sly

[00:01:58] Flared in the reek of the wiving sty with the rush

[00:02:01] Light of his thighs spreadeagle to the dunghill sky

[00:02:07] Or with their orchard man in the core of the sun's bush

[00:02:11] Rough as cows' tongues and trashed with brambles their

[00:02:16] Buttermilk

[00:02:16] Manes under his quenchless summer barbed gold to the

[00:02:22] Bone

[00:02:24] Or rippling soft in the spinney moon as the silk

[00:02:29] And ducked and draked white lake that harps to a hail

[00:02:33] Stone

[00:02:36] Who once were a bloom of wayside brides in the hawed

[00:02:40] House

[00:02:41] And heard the lewd wooed field flow to the coming

[00:02:44] Frost

[00:02:45] The scurrying furred small friars squeal in the dowse

[00:02:50] Of day in the thistle aisles till the white owl

[00:02:54] Crossed

[00:02:55] Their breast the vaulting does roister the horned

[00:02:59] Bucks climb

[00:03:00] Quick in the wood at love where a torch of foxes

[00:03:03] Foams

[00:03:05] All birds and beasts of the linked night uproar and

[00:03:09] Chime

[00:03:11] And the mole snout blunt under his pilgrimage of domes

[00:03:16] Or butter fat goosegirls bounced in a gambo bed

[00:03:21] Their breasts full of honey under their gander king

[00:03:25] Trounced by his wings in the hissing shippen long dead

[00:03:29] And gone that barley dark where their clogs danced in

[00:03:34] The spring

[00:03:35] And their firefly hairpins flew and the ricks ran

[00:03:40] Round

[00:03:41] But nothing bore no mouthing babe to the veined hives

[00:03:46] Hugged and barren and bare on Mother Goose's ground

[00:03:52] They with the simple Jacks were a boulder of wives

[00:03:57] Now curlew cry me down to kiss the mouths of their

[00:04:03] Dust

[00:04:05] The dust of their kettles and clocks swings to and fro

[00:04:09] Where the hay rides now or the bracken kitchens rust

[00:04:14] As the arc of the billhooks that flashed the hedges low

[00:04:18] And cut the birds' boughs that the minstrel sap ran

[00:04:23] Red

[00:04:24] They from houses where the harvest bows hold me hard

[00:04:29] Who heard the tall bell sail down the Sundays of the

[00:04:33] Dead

[00:04:35] And the rain wring out it's tongues on the faded yard

[00:04:40] Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall

[00:04:45] Leaved

[00:04:45] Grave after Beloved on the grass gulfed cross is

[00:04:51] Scrubbed

[00:04:51] Off by the sun and Daughters no longer grieved

[00:04:57] Save by their long desirers in the fox cubbed

[00:05:02] Streets or hungering in the crumbled wood to these

[00:05:10] Hale dead and deathless do the women of the hill

[00:05:16] Love for ever meridian through the courters' trees

[00:05:22] And the daughters of darkness flame like Fawkes fires

[00:05:29] Still