“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.”
More from Dylan Thomas
“To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twice. Ancient woods of my blood, dash down…”
“This is the world: the lying likeness of Our strips of stuff that tatter as we move Loving…”
“Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which Shall fall awake when cures and their itch…”
“Time passes. Listen. Time passes. Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses sleeping…”