25.3.09

Perpetual defeat

Out of the sighs

Out of the sighs a little comes,
But not of grief, for I have knocked down that
Before the agony; the spirit grows,
Forgets, and cries;
A little comes, is tasted and found good;
All could not disappoint;
There must, be praised, some certainty.
If not of loving well, then not,
And that is true after perpetual defeat.

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Dylan Thomas, in Collected Poems 1934 - 1953, ed. Phoenix, 1988

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