Not from this anger

Dylan Thomas

1914 to 1953

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Not from this anger, anticlimax after 
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower 
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods 
In a land strapped by hunger 
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds 
And bear those tendril hands I touch across 
The agonized, two seas.

Behind my head a square of sky sags over 
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover 
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.