"What the Thunder Said" Annotations
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| − | After the torchlight red on sweaty faces  | + |  ==Stanza 1==  | 
| − | After the frosty silence in the gardens  | + |     After the torchlight red on sweaty faces  | 
| − | After the agony in stony places  | + |     After the frosty silence in the gardens  | 
| − | The shouting and the crying  | + |     After the agony in stony places  | 
| − | Prison and palace and reverberation  | + |     The shouting and the crying  | 
| − | Of thunder of spring over distant mountains  | + |     Prison and palace and reverberation  | 
| − | He who was living is now dead  | + |     Of thunder of spring over distant mountains  | 
| − | We who were living are now dying  | + |     He who was living is now dead  | 
| − | With a little patience 330  | + |     We who were living are now dying  | 
| + |     With a little patience 330  | ||
| − | Here is no water but only rock  | + | ==Stanza 2==  | 
| − | Rock and no water and the sandy road  | + |     Here is no water but only rock  | 
| − | The road winding above among the mountains  | + |     Rock and no water and the sandy road  | 
| − | Which are mountains of rock without water  | + |     The road winding above among the mountains  | 
| − | If there were water we should stop and drink  | + |     Which are mountains of rock without water  | 
| − | Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think  | + |     If there were water we should stop and drink  | 
| − | Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand  | + |     Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think  | 
| − | If there were only water amongst the rock  | + |     Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand  | 
| − | Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit  | + |     If there were only water amongst the rock  | 
| − | Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340  | + |     Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit  | 
| − | There is not even silence in the mountains  | + |     Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340  | 
| − | But dry sterile thunder without rain  | + |     There is not even silence in the mountains  | 
| − | There is not even solitude in the mountains  | + |     But dry sterile thunder without rain  | 
| − | But red sullen faces sneer and snarl  | + |     There is not even solitude in the mountains  | 
| − | From doors of mudcracked houses  | + |     But red sullen faces sneer and snarl  | 
| − | If there were water  | + |     From doors of mudcracked houses  | 
| − | And no rock  | + |     If there were water  | 
| − | If there were rock  | + |     And no rock  | 
| − | And also water  | + |     If there were rock  | 
| − | And water 350  | + |     And also water  | 
| − | A spring  | + |     And water 350  | 
| − | A pool among the rock  | + |     A spring  | 
| − | If there were the sound of water only  | + |     A pool among the rock  | 
| − | Not the cicada  | + |     If there were the sound of water only  | 
| − | And dry grass singing  | + |     Not the cicada  | 
| − | But sound of water over a rock  | + |     And dry grass singing  | 
| − | Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees  | + |     But sound of water over a rock  | 
| − | Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop  | + |     Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees  | 
| − | But there is no water  | + |     Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop  | 
| + |     But there is no water  | ||
| − | Who is the third who walks always beside you? 360  | + | ==Stanza 3==  | 
| − | When I count, there are only you and I together  | + |     Who is the third who walks always beside you? 360  | 
| − | But when I look ahead up the white road  | + |     When I count, there are only you and I together  | 
| − | There is always another one walking beside you  | + |     But when I look ahead up the white road  | 
| − | Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded  | + |     There is always another one walking beside you  | 
| − | I do not know whether a man or a woman  | + |     Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded  | 
| − | - But who is that on the other side of you?  | + |     I do not know whether a man or a woman  | 
| + |     - But who is that on the other side of you?  | ||
| − | What is that sound high in the air  | + | ==Stanza 4==  | 
| − | Murmur of maternal lamentation  | + |     What is that sound high in the air  | 
| − | Who are those hooded hordes swarming  | + |     Murmur of maternal lamentation  | 
| − | Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370  | + |     Who are those hooded hordes swarming  | 
| − | Ringed by the flat horizon only  | + |     Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370  | 
| − | What is the city over the mountains  | + |     Ringed by the flat horizon only  | 
| − | Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air  | + |     What is the city over the mountains  | 
| − | Falling towers  | + |     Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air  | 
| − | Jerusalem Athens Alexandria  | + |     Falling towers  | 
| − | Vienna London  | + |     Jerusalem Athens Alexandria  | 
| − | Unreal  | + |     Vienna London  | 
| + |     Unreal  | ||
| − | A woman drew her long black hair out tight  | + | ==Stanza 5==  | 
| − | And fiddled whisper music on those strings  | + |     A woman drew her long black hair out tight  | 
| − | And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380  | + |     And fiddled whisper music on those strings  | 
| − | Whistled, and beat their wings  | + |     And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380  | 
| − | And crawled head downward down a blackened wall  | + |     Whistled, and beat their wings  | 
| − | And upside down in air were towers  | + |     And crawled head downward down a blackened wall  | 
| − | Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours  | + |     And upside down in air were towers  | 
| − | And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.  | + |    Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours  | 
| + |    And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.  | ||
In this decayed hole among the mountains  | In this decayed hole among the mountains  | ||