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G.NA - Author's Prologue lyrics
This day winding down now
 At God speeded summer's end
 In the torrent salmon sun, 
 In my seashaken house
 On a breakneck of rocks
 Tangled with chirrup and fruit, 
 Froth, flute, fin, and quill
 At a wood's dancing hoof, 
 By scummed, starfish sands
 With their fishwife cross
 Gulls, pipers, cockles, and snails, 
 Out there, crow black, men
 Tackled with clouds, who kneel
 To the sunset nets, 
 Geese nearly in heaven, boys
 Stabbing, and herons, and shells
 That speak seven seas, 
 Eternal waters away
 From the cities of nine
 Days' night whose towers will catch
 In the religious wind
 Like stalks of tall, dry straw, 
 At poor peace I sing
 To you strangers (though song
 Is a burning and crested act, 
 The fire of birds in
 The world's turning wood, 
 For my swan, splay sounds), 
 Out of these seathumbed leaves
 That will fly and fall
 Like leaves of trees and as soon
 Crumble and undie
 Into the dogdayed night.
 Seaward the salmon, sucked sun slips, 
 And the dumb swans drub blue
 My dabbed bay's dusk, as I hack
 This rumpus of shapes
 For you to know
 How I, a spining man, 
 Glory also this star, bird
 Roared, sea born, man torn, blood blest.
 Hark: I trumpet the place, 
 From fish to jumping hill! Look:
 I build my bellowing ark
 To the best of my love
 As the flood begins, 
 Out of the fountainhead
 Of fear, rage read, manalive, 
 Molten and mountainous to stream
 Over the wound asleep
 Sheep white hollow farmsG.NA - Author's Prologue - http://motolyrics.com/gna/authors-prologue-lyrics.html
 To Wales in my arms.
 Hoo, there, in castle keep, 
 You king singsong owls, who moonbeam
 The flickering runs and dive
 The dingle furred deer dead! 
 Huloo, on plumbed bryns, 
 O my ruffled ring dove
 In the hooting, nearly dark
 With Welsh and reverent rook, 
 Coo rooning the woods' praise, 
 Who moons her blue notes from her nest
 Down to the curlew herd! 
 Ho, hullaballoing clan
 Agape, with woe
 In your beaks, on the gabbing capes! 
 Heigh, on horseback hill, jack
 Whisking hare! who
 Hears, there, this fox light, my flood ship's
 Clangour as I hew and smite
 (A clash of anvils for my
 Hubbub and fiddle, this tune
 On atounged puffball)
 But animals thick as theives
 On God's rough tumbling grounds
 (Hail to His beasthood! ).
 Beasts who sleep good and thin, 
 Hist, in hogback woods! The haystacked
 Hollow farms ina throng
 Of waters cluck and cling, 
 And barnroofs cockcrow war! 
 O kingdom of neighbors finned
 Felled and quilled, flash to my patch
 Work ark and the moonshine
 Drinking Noah of the bay, 
 With pelt, and scale, and fleece:
 Only the drowned deep bells
 Of sheep and churches noise
 Poor peace as the sun sets
 And dark shoals every holy field.
 We will ride out alone then, 
 Under the stars of Wales, 
 Cry, Multiudes of arks! Across
 The water lidded lands, 
 Manned with their loves they'll move
 Like wooden islands, hill to hill.
 Huloo, my prowed dove with a flute! 
 Ahoy, old, sea-legged fox, 
 Tom tit and Dai mouse! 
 My ark sings in the sun
 At God speeded summer's end
 And the flood flowers now.









