Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait
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Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait by Dylan Thomas
The bows glided down, and the coast
Blackened with birds took a last look
At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye;
The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck.
Then good-bye to the fishermanned
Boat with its anchor free and fast
As a bird hooking over the sea,
High and dry by the top of the mast,
Whispered the affectionate sand
And the bulwarks of the dazzled quay.
For my sake sail, and never look back,
Said the looking land.
Sails drank the wind, and white as milk
He sped into the drinking dark;
The sun shipwrecked west on a pearl
And the moon swam out of its hulk.
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.
Good-bye to chimneys and funnels,
Old wives that spin in the smoke,
He was blind to the eyes of candles
In the praying windows of waves
But heard his bait buck in the wake
And tussle in a shoal of loves.
Now cast down your rod, for the whole
Of the sea is hilly with whales,
She longs among horses and angels,
The rainbow-fish bend in her joys,
Floated the lost cathedral
Chimes of the rocked buoys.
Where the anchor rode like a gull
Miles over the moonstruck boat
A squall of birds bellowed and fell,
A cloud blew the rain from its throat;
He saw the storm smoke out to kill
With fuming bows and ram of ice,
Fire on starlight, rake Jesu's stream;
And nothing shone on the water's face
But the oil and bubble of the moon,
Plunging and piercing in his course
The lured fish under the foam
Witnessed with a kiss.
Whales in the wake like capes and Alps
Quaked the sick sea and snouted deep,
Deep the great bushed bait with raining lips
Slipped the fins of those humpbacked tons
And fled their love in a weaving dip.
Oh, Jericho was falling in their lungs!
She nipped and dived in the nick of love,
Spun on a spout like a long-legged ball
Till every beast blared down in a swerve
Till every turtle crushed from his shell
Till every bone in the rushing grave
Rose and crowed and fell!
Good luck to the hand on the rod,
There is thunder under its thumbs;
Gold gut is a lightning thread,
His fiery reel sings off its flames,
The whirled boat in the burn of his blood
Is crying from nets to knives,
Oh the shearwater birds and their boatsized brood
Oh the bulls of Biscay and their calves
Are making under the green, laid veil
The long-legged beautiful bait their wives.
Break the black news and paint on a sail
Huge weddings in the waves,
Over the wakeward-flashing spray
Over the gardens of the floor
Clash out the mounting dolphin's day,
My mast is a bell-spire,
Strike and smoothe, for my decks are drums,
Sing through the water-spoken prow
The octopus walking into her limbs
The polar eagle with his tread of snow.
From salt-lipped beak to the kick of the stern
Sing how the seal has kissed her dead!
The long, laid minute's bride drifts on
Old in her cruel bed.
Over the graveyard in the water
Mountains and galleries beneath
Nightingale and hyena
Rejoicing for that drifting death
Sing and howl through sand and anemone
Valley and sahara in a shell,
Oh all the wanting flesh his enemy
Thrown to the sea in the shell of a girl
Is old as water and plain as an eel;
Always good-bye to the long-legged bread
Scattered in the paths of his heels
For the salty birds fluttered and fed
And the tall grains foamed in their bills;
Always good-bye to the fires of the face,
For the crab-backed dead on the sea-bed rose
And scuttled over her eyes,
The blind, clawed stare is cold as sleet.
The tempter under the eyelid
Who shows to the selves asleep
Mast-high moon-white women naked
Walking in wishes and lovely for shame
Is dumb and gone with his flame of brides.
Susannah's drowned in the bearded stream
And no-one stirs at Sheba's side
But the hungry kings of the tides;
Sin who had a woman's shape
Sleeps till Silence blows on a cloud
And all the lifted waters walk and leap.
Lucifer that bird's dropping
Out of the sides of the north
Has melted away and is lost
Is always lost in her vaulted breath,
Venus lies star-struck in her wound
And the sensual ruins make
Seasons over the liquid world,
White springs in the dark.
Always good-bye, cried the voices through the shell,
Good-bye always, for the flesh is cast
And the fisherman winds his reel
With no more desire than a ghost.
Always good luck, praised the finned in the feather
Bird after dark and the laughing fish
As the sails drank up the hail of thunder
And the long-tailed lightning lit his catch.
The boat swims into the six-year weather,
A wind throws a shadow and it freezes fast.
See what the gold gut drags from under
Mountains and galleries to the crest!
See what clings to hair and skull
As the boat skims on with drinking wings!
The statues of great rain stand still,
And the flakes fall like hills.
Sing and strike his heavy haul
Toppling up the boatside in a snow of light!
His decks are drenched with miracles.
Oh miracle of fishes! The long dead bite!
Out of the urn a size of a man
Out of the room the weight of his trouble
Out of the house that holds a town
In the continent of a fossil
One by one in dust and shawl,
Dry as echoes and insect-faced,
His fathers cling to the hand of the girl
And the dead hand leads the past,
Leads them as children and as air
On to the blindly tossing tops;
The centuries throw back their hair
And the old men sing from newborn lips:
Time is bearing another son.
Kill Time! She turns in her pain!
The oak is felled in the acorn
And the hawk in the egg kills the wren.
He who blew the great fire in
And died on a hiss of flames
Or walked the earth in the evening
Counting the denials of the grains
Clings to her drifting hair, and climbs;
And he who taught their lips to sing
Weeps like the risen sun among
The liquid choirs of his tribes.
The rod bends low, divining land,
And through the sundered water crawls
A garden holding to her hand
With birds and animals
With men and women and waterfalls
Trees cool and dry in the whirlpool of ships
And stunned and still on the green, laid veil
Sand with legends in its virgin laps
And prophets loud on the burned dunes;
Insects and valleys hold her thighs hard,
Times and places grip her breast bone,
She is breaking with seasons and clouds;
Round her trailed wrist fresh water weaves,
with moving fish and rounded stones
Up and down the greater waves
A separate river breathes and runs;
Strike and sing his catch of fields
For the surge is sown with barley,
The cattle graze on the covered foam,
The hills have footed the waves away,
With wild sea fillies and soaking bridles
With salty colts and gales in their limbs
All the horses of his haul of miracles
Gallop through the arched, green farms,
Trot and gallop with gulls upon them
And thunderbolts in their manes.
O Rome and Sodom To-morrow and London
The country tide is cobbled with towns
And steeples pierce the cloud on her shoulder
And the streets that the fisherman combed
When his long-legged flesh was a wind on fire
And his loin was a hunting flame
Coil from the thoroughfares of her hair
And terribly lead him home alive
Lead her prodigal home to his terror,
The furious ox-killing house of love.
Down, down, down, under the ground,
Under the floating villages,
Turns the moon-chained and water-wound
Metropolis of fishes,
There is nothing left of the sea but its sound,
Under the earth the loud sea walks,
In deathbeds of orchards the boat dies down
And the bait is drowned among hayricks,
Land, land, land, nothing remains
Of the pacing, famous sea but its speech,
And into its talkative seven tombs
The anchor dives through the floors of a church.
Good-bye, good luck, struck the sun and the moon,
To the fisherman lost on the land.
He stands alone in the door of his home,
With his long-legged heart in his hand.
Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait Summary and Analysis
Dylan Thomas stages a sweeping sea-voyage that begins as an act of departure and ends as a strangely inward homecoming. A fisherman leaves the shore, but the poem quickly enlarges his catch into a vast, almost cosmic drama: the sea, birds, whales, weather, myth, religion, sex, death, and memory all surge into the same current. What starts as a literal fishing trip becomes a ritual passage through desire and violence, as if the net were hauling up not only fish but the hidden life of the world.
The poem's progress is restless and cumulative, moving from the boat's departure to the ecstatic violence of the catch and then toward an overwhelming collapse of boundaries between water and land, life and death, male and female, past and future. The fisherman is both a practical laborer and a mythic figure, and the fish bait becomes a charged emblem of temptation, fertility, and sacrifice. Beneath the exuberant sound and motion lies a darker tension: the same sea that promises abundance also reveals slaughter, mortality, and the inescapable pull of transformation. By the end, the fisherman returns not as a triumphant conqueror but as a solitary man carrying a devastated, inward truth in his hand.
Tone in Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait
Thomas's tone is ecstatic, incantatory, and boldly imaginative, driven by a speaker who seems to delight in piling image upon image until the fishing trip becomes almost mythic prophecy. At the same time, the mood felt by the reader is unsettled and electric: the language is exuberant, but it is also full of blood, hunger, and collision, so the poem never settles into simple celebration. Its energy is joyful and ominous at once, as if wonder and terror were inseparable companions.
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Themes in Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait
- Transformation - The poem repeatedly turns one thing into another: sea life becomes human drama, the catch becomes a vision of birth and death, and the fisherman's journey becomes a spiritual and erotic metamorphosis.
- Abundance and fecundity - Thomas fills the poem with multiplying creatures, weather, and images of growth, making the sea feel generative even when it is also violent and predatory.
- Desire and sexuality - The bait, the fish, the female figures, and the language of longing all suggest a world where appetite is physical, dangerous, and inseparable from creation.
- Death and sacrifice - The catch is inseparable from killing; the poem treats the hauled-up fish and bait as part of a larger sacrificial pattern in which life is gained through loss.
- Myth and religion - Biblical references, apocalyptic echoes, and ritual language elevate the fishing scene into a mythic struggle that reaches beyond ordinary labor.
- Homecoming and exile - The fisherman leaves land only to find that sea and shore mirror each other, and the ending suggests that return is emotionally unsettling rather than simply restful.
- Time and continuity - Generations, ancestors, and future life are folded into the journey, so that the poem presents nature as a cycle in which past and present continually feed one another.
Literary Devices in Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait
- Extended metaphor - The fishing expedition expands into a vast metaphor for desire, creation, mortality, and cosmic change, allowing the poem to move from realism into visionary scale.
- Alliteration - Thomas uses dense clusters of repeated consonants to create musical force and physical momentum, echoing the churn of waves and the violence of the haul.
- Personification - Land, sea, weather, and objects behave like living beings, which makes the natural world feel active, responsive, and emotionally charged.
- Mythic allusion - Biblical and legendary references deepen the poem's meaning, linking the fisherman's catch to larger stories of sin, prophecy, and redemption.
- Metaphor - Repeated comparisons turn the sea into a place of marriage, commerce, burial, and revelation, compressing many experiences into single images.
- Sound patterning - The poem's strong rhythm, internal echoes, and repeated phrases give it a chant-like power that suits its ballad framework and ritual atmosphere.
- Hyperbole - Thomas deliberately enlarges images beyond realism, making whales, storms, and fish feel immense enough to contain history and myth.
- Repetition - Recurring farewells, commands, and refrains create the sense of a ceremony of departure and return, reinforcing the poem's cycle of loss and renewal.
Symbolism in Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait
- The sea - It stands for the vast, shifting forces of life itself: fertility, danger, mystery, and the deep unconscious.
- The bait - More than a fishing tool, it suggests temptation, sacrifice, and the lure that draws life toward destruction and revelation.
- The boat - The vessel symbolizes the human body and human adventure moving through unstable waters toward knowledge and risk.
- The rod and reel - These suggest control, craft, and labor, but also the strain of trying to master forces that remain larger than the fisherman.
- Whales and fish - They embody the sea's living abundance and its primal power, often appearing as sacred or monstrous presences.
- Land - The shore represents home, ordinary life, and human order, yet in the poem it also becomes strangely alive and seductive.
- Birds - Birds frequently mark freedom, witness, and movement between elements, linking sky and sea in the poem's shifting world.
Historical Context of Ballad Of The Long-Legged Bait
Dylan Thomas wrote in the mid-twentieth century, when many poets were reacting against plain realism by embracing heightened language, musical patterning, and bold metaphor. His work is often associated with a modern lyric style that draws on Welsh cadences, biblical language, and a strong sense of natural and bodily life. In that broader literary climate, a poem like this can be understood as part of a modern revival of mythic, symbolic writing rather than a straightforward narrative poem.
The poem also reflects a culture in which traditional religious imagery, seafaring labor, and modern symbolic experimentation could exist side by side. Its crowded references to scripture, creation, and apocalypse fit Thomas's larger habit of turning familiar subjects into visionary meditations on life, death, and renewal. The result is a poem that feels rooted in maritime labor yet reaches far beyond it into the imaginative pressures of twentieth-century poetry.
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