Words: dylan thomas

Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.

Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing
The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.

Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,
We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell,
Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat,
Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.

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• Cable Hogue
• Caribbean Sunset
• Coyote
• Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
• European Son
• Femme Fatale
• Hallelujah
• Hedda Gabler
• Heroin
• I'll Be Your Mirror
• I'm Waiting for The Man
• King Harry
• Leaving It up to You
• Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed
• Memphis
• My Maria
• On a Wedding Anniversary
• Pablo Picasso
• Queen Victoria
• Run Run Run
• Sabotage
• So Long, Marianne
• Sunday Morning
• The Academy in Peril
• The Black Angel's Death Song
• The Soul of Carmen Miranda
• The Soul of Patrick Lee
• There She Goes Again
• There Was a Saviour
• Venus in Furs