Find meat on bones
Dylan Thomas
1914 to 1953
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Doom on the sun!'
I laid her down and told her sin,
My breasts are thin.
The sea speaks in a kingly voice,
My lips are withered with a kiss,
Disturb no winding-sheets, my son,
Howls the foul fiend to heel.
Before the ladies' breasts are hags
'War on the spider and the wren!
Nor can I smother the sweet waking.'
'The thirst is quenched, the hunger gone,
And the man no rope can hang
But one companion.
Before death takes you, O take back this.
That out of a bower of red swine
And the parliament of sky,
Autocracy of night and day,
Rebel against the flesh and bone,
And the sky lays down her laws,
The word of the blood, the wily skin,
War on the destiny of man!
And my heart is cracked across;
The merriest marrow and the dregs
I cannot murder, like a fool,
A merry girl took me for man,
Then hang a ram rose over the rags.
And the maggot no man can slay.'
But when the ladies are cold as stone
Rebel against my father's dream
And the limbs are torn.
The kingcrafts of the wicked sea,
Light and dark are no enemies
Dictatorship of sun.
And drink in the two milked crags,
My face is haggard in the glass,
'The maggot that no man can kill
'Rebel against the binding moon
Season and sunshine, grace and girl,
'Find meat on bones that soon have none,
And put beside her a ram rose.
Black night still ministers the moon,