Over Sir John's Hill-Dylan Thomas

[ti:Over Sir John's Hill] [ar:Dylan Thomas] [al:Poems On the Radio] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Over Sir John's Hill - Dylan Thomas [00:02.22]Over Sir John's hill [00:04.02] [00:04.83]The hawk on fire hangs still [00:07.16] [00:08.30]In a hoisted cloud at drop of dusk he pulls to his [00:12.57]Claws [00:13.10]And gallows up the rays of his eyes the small birds of [00:17.32]The bay [00:18.12] [00:18.75]And the shrill child's play [00:21.22]Wars [00:21.83] [00:22.44]Of the sparrows and such who swansing dusk in [00:27.45]Wrangling hedges [00:28.79] [00:29.76]And blithely they squawk [00:31.51]To fiery tyburn over the wrestle of elms until [00:35.26]The flash the noosed hawk [00:37.65]Crashes and slowly the fishing holy stalking heron [00:42.97] [00:43.88]In the river Towy below bows his tilted headstone [00:48.43] [00:50.30]Flash and the plumes crack [00:52.81]And a black cap of jack [00:54.72]Daws Sir John's just hill dons and again the gulled [00:59.86]Birds hare [01:01.19]To the hawk on fire the halter height over Towy's [01:05.18]Fins [01:06.24]In a whack of wind [01:08.12] [01:08.99]There [01:09.70]Where the elegiac fisherbird stabs and paddles [01:13.45]In the pebbly dab-filled [01:15.12]Shallow and sedge and dilly dilly calls the loft [01:20.18]Hawk [01:20.78] [01:21.41]Come and be killed [01:22.85] [01:23.94]I open the leaves of the water at a passage [01:26.85]Of psalms and shadows among the pincered sandcrabs [01:31.47] [01:31.99]Prancing [01:32.71] [01:33.66]And read in a shell [01:35.07] [01:36.10]Death clear as a bouy's bell [01:38.66] [01:39.78]All praise of the hawk on fire in hawk-eyed dusk be [01:43.99]Sung [01:45.06]When his viperish fuse hangs looped with flames under [01:48.40]The brand [01:48.88]Wing and blest shall [01:51.48]Young [01:51.89] [01:52.41]Green chickens of the bay and bushes cluck dilly [01:56.96]Dilly [01:57.54] [01:58.34]Come let us die [01:59.99] [02:01.56]We grieve as the blithe birds never again leave [02:05.43]Shingle and elm [02:06.61] [02:07.49]The heron and I [02:08.60] [02:09.66]I young Aesop fabling to the near night by the dingle [02:14.96]Of eels saint heron hymning in the distant [02:20.34]Crystal harbour vale [02:22.54]Where the sea cobbles sail [02:24.53] [02:25.39]And wharves of water where the walls dance and the [02:29.71]White cranes stilt [02:31.55] [02:32.89]It is the heron and I under judging Sir John's elmed [02:37.24]Hill tell-tale the knelled [02:40.27]Guilt [02:41.19]Of the led-astray birds whom God for their breast of [02:44.61]Whistles [02:45.86]Have Mercy on [02:47.17] [02:47.91]God in his whirlwind silence save who marks the [02:52.18]Sparrows hail [02:53.36] [02:54.45]For their souls' song [02:56.18] [02:57.60]Now the heron grieves in the weeded verge [03:00.34]Through [03:00.94]Windows [03:01.57]Of dusk and water I see the tilting whispering [03:05.97]Heron mirrored go [03:08.62]As the snapt feathers snow [03:10.58] [03:11.10]Fishing in the tear of the Towy [03:13.47] [03:14.34]Only a hoot owl [03:15.82]Hollows a grassblade blown in cupped hands in the [03:20.69]Looted elms [03:21.90] [03:22.88]And no green cocks or hens [03:25.05] [03:25.79]Shout [03:26.81]Now on Sir John's hill [03:28.51] [03:29.68]The heron ankling the scaly [03:32.19]Lowlands of the waves [03:34.18]Makes all the music and I who hear the tune of the [03:39.08]Slow [03:39.76]Wear-willow river grave [03:42.64] [03:43.62]Before the lunge of the night the notes on this time [03:48.46]Shaken [03:49.04] [03:49.55]Stone for the sake of the souls of the slain birds [03:56.60]Sailing