milesfrommaybe

The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower Dylan Thomas

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks 

Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams 

Turns mine to wax. 

And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins 

How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool 

Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind 

Hauls my shroud sail. 

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man 

How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head; 

Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood 

Shall calm her sores. 

And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind 

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb 

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.