Through these lashed rings

Dylan Thomas

1914 to 1953

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Through these lashed rings set deep inside their hollows
I eye the ring of earth, the airy circle,
My Maker’s flesh that garments my clayfellows.
And through these trembling rings set in their valley
Whereon the hooded hair casts down its girdle,
A holy voice acquaints me with His glory.

Through, I tell you, your two midnight lips I pray
To that unending sea around my island
The water-spirit moves as it is hidden,
And with not one fear-beggared syllable
Praise Him who springs and fills the tidal well.

And through these eyes God marks myself revolving,
And from these tongue-plucked senses draws His tune;
Inside this mouth I feel His message moving
Acquainting me with my divinity;
And through these ears He harks my fire burn 
His awkward heart into some symmetry.