Πέμπτη, 11 Ιουλίου 2013

DYLAN THOMAS





In My Craft or Sullen Art
by DYLAN THOMAS

In my craft or sullen art 
Exercised in the still night 
When only the moon rages 
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light 
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms 
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages 
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart 
From the raging moon I write 
On these spindrift pages 
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms 
But for the lovers, their arms 
Round the griefs of the ages, 
Who pay no praise or wages 
Nor heed my craft or art.

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