Dylan Thomas, via Youtube

A recording of The Ballad of the Long-Legged Bait

A fragment from the Ballad of the Long-Legged Bait (via)

Funnels and masts went by in a whirl.
Good-bye to the man on the sea-legged deck
To the gold gut that sings on his reel
To the bait that stalked out of the sack,

For we saw him throw to the swift flood
A girl alive with his hooks through her lips;
All the fishes were rayed in blood,
Said the dwindling ships.