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.
Twenty Four Years
Dylan Thomas
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Poem topics: fear, journey, light, money, red, sun, walk, forever, doorway, long, town, sensual, natural, grave, direction, final, labour, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Gina M Montoya: My father, Jose Montoya, had me memorize this poem at the age of 4 (1959)! It was the summer before I started kindergarten. Pretty dark for a young girl. The immediate effect was great delight by my teachers--in me and my handsome father, a young college student at the College of Arts and Crafts in Oakland, CA. It came to have the most profound meaning years after his death-with each line an answer to my unasked questions. He was a visual artist, songwriter/singer, guitarist, high school teacher, college professor, civil rights activist, and Poet Laureate of Sacramento. He shared his love of Dylan Thomas with me and Dylan will always be a part of our story!
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