Written for a Personal Epitaph

Dylan Thomas

1914 to 1953

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

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