The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower
by 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 a lover's tomb How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
....I studied this poem in school years ago. Probably it was my first introduction to the possibility of transcendence/non-duality. As I typed it out I realised it is actually pretty gloomy but that is not how it struck me at the time or how I remembered it....
this is my first post and I am overwhelmed by the depth and scope of discussion on the site!
Green Fuse
Posted - Apr 20 2008 : 1:33:42 PM
