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- From: Dana Rollins <ROLLIDE@AUDUCADM.DUC.AUBURN.EDU>
- Subject: POEM
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- THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
- How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
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- ----- Dylan Thomas
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