The Libertine

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Dylan Thomas - Pop

The Libertine

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In the old days with married women's stockings Twisted round his bedpost he felt himself a gay Dog but now his liver has begun to groan Now that pick-ups are the order of the day: O leave me easy, leave me alone Voluptuary in his 'teens and cynic in his twenties He ran through women like a child through growing hay Looking for a lost toy whose capture might atone For his own guilt and the cosmic disarray: O leave me easy, leave me alone He never found the toy and has forgotten the faces Only remembers the props ... a scent-spray Beside the bed or a milk-white telephone Or through the triple ninon the acrid trickle of day: O leave me easy, leave me alone Long fingers over the gunwale, hair in a hair-net Furs in January, cartwheel hats in May And after the event the wish to be alone- Angels, goddesses, bitches, all have edged away: O leave me easy, leave me alone So now, in middle age, his erotic programme Torn in two, if after such a delay An accident should offer him his own Fulfilment in a woman, still he would say: O leave me easy, leave me alone

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Writers
  • Louis MacNeice