Written for a Personal Epitaph
Dylan Thomas
1914 to 1953
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Feeding the worm
Who do I blame
Because down
At last by time,
Here under the with girl and thief,
Who do I blame?
Mother blame
Whose loving crime
Moulded my form
Within her womb,
Who gave me life and then grave,
Mother I blame.
Here is her labour’s end,
limb and mind,
All love and sweat
Gone to rot.
I am man’s reply to every question,
aim and destination.
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