Under Milk Wood: Under Milk Wood: In the White Giant's Thigh - Dylan Thomas

[00:00.0]In the White Giant's Thigh - Dylan Thomas
[00:00.81]Through throats where many rivers meet the curlews cry
[00:04.95]Under the conceiving moon on the high chalk hill
[00:09.34]And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh
[00:13.69]Where barren as boulders women lie longing still
[00:18.36]To labour and love though they lay down long ago
[00:23.14]Through throats where many rivers meet the women pray
[00:27.13]Pleading in the waded bay for the seed to flow
[00:31.41]Though the names on their w**d grown stones are rained
[00:35.4]Away
[00:36.91]And alone in the night's eternal curving act
[00:41.83]They yearn with tongues of curlews for the unconceived
[00:46.42]And immemorial sons of the cudgelling hacked
[00:50.42]Hill who once in gooseskin winter loved all ice leaved
[00:56.81]In the courters' lanes or twined in the ox roasting
[01:01.68]Sun
[01:02.76]In the wains tonned so high that the wisps of the hay
[01:06.81]Clung to the pitching clouds or gay with any one
[01:11.37]Young as they in the after milking moonlight lay
[01:15.43]Under the lighted shapes of faith and their moonshade
[01:19.82]Petticoats galed high or shy with the rough riding
[01:25.72]Boys
[01:27.36]Now clasp me to their grains in the gigantic glade
[01:32.46]Who once green countries since were a hedgerow of
[01:37.67]Joys
[01:39.79]Time by their dust was flesh the swineherd rooted sly
[01:46.43]Flared in the reek of the wiving sty with the rush
[01:50.39]Light of his thighs spreadeagle to the dunghill sky
[01:56.25]Or with their orchard man in the core of the sun's bush
[02:00.39]Rough as cows tongues and trashed with brambles their
[02:04.95]Buttermilk
[02:05.58]Manes under his quenchless summer barbed gold to the
[02:12.04]Bone
[02:13.42]Or rippling soft in the spinney moon as the silk
[02:17.73]And ducked and draked white lake that harps to a hail
[02:22.55]Stone
[02:24.4]Who once were a bloom of wayside brides in the hawed
[02:27.76]House
[02:28.66]And heard the lewd wooed field flow to the coming
[02:32.11]Frost
[02:33.16]The scurrying furred small friars squeal in the dowse
[02:39.16]Of day in the thistle aisles till the white owl
[02:43.39]Crossed
[02:43.93]Their breast the vaulting does roister the horned
[02:48.41]Bucks climb
[02:50.01]Quick in the wood at love where a torch of foxes
[02:54.25]Foams
[02:55.79001]All birds and beasts of the linked night uproar and
[02:59.92]Chime
[03:01.4]And the mole snout blunt under his pilgrimage of domes
[03:07.22]Or butter fat goosegirls bounced in a gambo bed
[03:11.49]Their breasts full of honey under their gander king
[03:15.56]Trounced by his wings in the hissing shippen long dead
[03:20.2]And gone that barley dark where their clogs danced in
[03:25.35]The spring
[03:26.61]And their firefly hairpins flew and the ricks ran
[03:31.63]Round
[03:32.92]But nothing bore no mouthing babe to the veined hives
[03:37.88]Hugged and barren and bare on mother goose's ground
[03:42.82]They with the simple jacks were a boulder of wives
[03:48.61]Now curlew cry me down to kiss the mouths of their
[03:53.94]Dust
[03:56.06]The dust of their kettles and clocks swings to and fro
[04:00.1]Where the hay rides now or the bracken kitchens rust
[04:03.86]As the arc of the billhooks that flashed the hedges low
[04:08.09]And cut the birds' boughs that the minstrel sap ran
[04:12.1]Red
[04:13.4]They from houses where the harvest bows hold me hard
[04:18.14]Who heard the tall bell sail down the sundays of the
[04:21.99]Dead
[04:22.83]And the rain wring out it's tongues on the faded yard
[04:27.43]Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall
[04:30.67]Leaved
[04:31.92]Grave after beloved on the grass gulfed cross is
[04:35.97]Scrubbed
[04:36.54]Off by the sun and daughters no longer grieved
[04:41.58002]Save by their long desirers in the fox cubbed
[04:46.05]Streets or hungering in the crumbled wood to these
[04:52.19]Hale dead and deathless do the women of the hill
[04:57.15]Love for ever meridian through the courters' trees
[05:03.03]And the daughters of darkness flame like fawkes fires
[05:08.96]Still