Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. (Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.) In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor Sewing a shroud for a journey By the light of the meat-eating sun. Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun. With my red veins full of money, In the final direction of the elementary town I advance as long as forever is.
Three Dylan Thomas Poems
Song Cycle by Billy Jim Layton (b. 1924)
?. Twenty‑four years  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953), "Birthday poem"
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First published in Life and Letters Today, December 1938, revised 1939Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 75