Once it was the colour of saying
Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill
With a capsized field where a school sat still
And a black and white patch of girls grew playing;
The gentle seaslides of saying I must undo
That all the charmingly drowned arise to cockcrow and kill.
When I whistled with mitching boys through a reservoir park
Where at night we stoned the cold and cuckoo
Lovers in the dirt of their leafy beds,
The shade of their trees was a word of many shades
And a lamp of lightning for the poor in the dark;
Now my saying shall be my undoing,
And every stone I wind off like a reel.
Once It Was The Colour Of Saying
Dylan Thomas
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Poem topics: dark, night, poor, school, wind, gentle, white, field, shade, cold, lamp, park, black, colour, reservoir, patch, stone, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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