Deaths And Entrances - Richard Burton-歌词

Deaths And Entrances - Richard Burton

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