Deaths And Entrances Analysis

On almost the incendiary eve
  Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
  And always known must leave
Lions and fires of his flying breath,
  Of your immortal friends
Who'd raise the organs of the counted dust
  To shoot and sing your praise,
One who called deepest down shall hold his peace
  That cannot sink or cease
  Endlessly to his wound
In many married London's estranging grief.

On almost the incendiary eve
  When at your lips and keys,
Locking, unlocking, the murdered strangers weave,
  One who is most unknown,
Your polestar neighbour, sun of another street,
  Will dive up to his tears.
He'll bathe his raining blood in the male sea
  Who strode for your own dead
And wind his globe out of your water thread
  And load the throats of shells
  with every cry since light
Flashed first across his thunderclapping eyes.

On almost the incendiary eve
  Of deaths and entrances,
When near and strange wounded on London's waves
  Have sought your single grave,
One enemy, of many, who knows well
  Your heart is luminous
In the watched dark, quivering through locks and caves,
  Will pull the thunderbolts
To shut the sun, plunge, mount your darkened keys
  And sear just riders back,
  Until that one loved least
Looms the last Samson of your zodiac.

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This poem concerns a story Dylan Thomas heard about a piano player who was playing alone in a concert hall when it was hit by a bomb during the war, hence lines such as "mount your darkened keys", "When at your lips and keys" and "On almost the incendiary eve, Of several near deaths", referring to those who narrowly managed to survive.
So yes, very sexual.

| Posted on 2009-04-09 | by a guest

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i think its beautiful and touching it makes me hard if you know what i mean.

| Posted on 2009-03-06 | by a guest

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does anyone else, most likely as immature as myself, think that this is a little... sexual?

| Posted on 2008-07-24 | by a guest