Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound <br />In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat <br />On the silent sea we have heard the sound <br />That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. <br /> <br />Under the mile off moon we trembled listening <br />To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound <br />And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing <br />The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind. <br /> <br />Open a pathway through the slow sad sail, <br />Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat <br />For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound, <br />We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell. <br />Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat, <br />Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lie-still-sleep-becalmed/
