The force that through the green fuse drives the flower <br />Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees <br />Is my destroyer. <br />And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose <br />My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. <br /> <br />The force that drives the water through the rocks <br />Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams <br />Turns mine to wax. <br />And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins <br />How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks. <br /> <br />The hand that whirls the water in the pool <br />Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind <br />Hauls my shroud sail. <br />And I am dumb to tell the hanging man <br />How of my clay is made the hangman's lime. <br /> <br />The lips of time leech to the fountain head; <br />Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood <br />Shall calm her sores. <br />And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind <br />How time has ticked a heaven round the stars. <br /> <br />And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb <br />How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-force-that-through-the-green-fuse-drives-the/
