The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Dylan Thomas

1914 to 1953

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And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Turns mine to wax.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
Is my destroyer.
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Shall calm her sores.
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind

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