Incarnate devil in a talking snake, <br />The central plains of Asia in his garden, <br />In shaping-time the circle stung awake, <br />In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple, <br />And God walked there who was a fiddling warden <br />And played down pardon from the heavens' hill. <br /> <br />When we were strangers to the guided seas, <br />A handmade moon half holy in a cloud, <br />The wisemen tell me that the garden gods <br />Twined good and evil on an eastern tree; <br />And when the moon rose windily it was <br />Black as the beast and paler than the cross. <br /> <br />We in our Eden knew the secret guardian <br />In sacred waters that no frost could harden, <br />And in the mighty mornings of the earth; <br />Hell in a horn of sulphur and the cloven myth, <br />All heaven in the midnight of the sun, <br />A serpent fiddled in the shaping-time.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/incarnate-devil/
