Once it was the colour of saying <br />Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill <br />With a capsized field where a school sat still <br />And a black and white patch of girls grew playing; <br />The gentle seaslides of saying I must undo <br />That all the charmingly drowned arise to cockcrow and kill. <br />When I whistled with mitching boys through a reservoir park <br />Where at night we stoned the cold and cuckoo <br />Lovers in the dirt of their leafy beds, <br />The shade of their trees was a word of many shades <br />And a lamp of lightning for the poor in the dark; <br />Now my saying shall be my undoing, <br />And every stone I wind off like a reel.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-it-was-the-colour-of-saying/
