Written for a Personal Epitaph

Dylan Thomas

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1914 to 1953

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Written for a Personal Epitaph - Track 1

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

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