Why east wind chills and south wind cools <br />Shall not be known till windwell dries <br />And west's no longer drowned <br />In winds that bring the fruit and rind <br />Of many a hundred falls; <br />Why silk is soft and the stone wounds <br />The child shall question all his days, <br />Why night-time rain and the breast's blood <br />Both quench his thirst he'll have a black reply. <br /> <br />When cometh Jack Frost? the children ask. <br />Shall they clasp a comet in their fists? <br />Not till, from high and low, their dust <br />Sprinkles in children's eyes a long-last sleep <br />And dusk is crowded with the children's ghosts, <br />Shall a white answer echo from the rooftops. <br /> <br />All things are known: the stars' advice <br />Calls some content to travel with the winds, <br />Though what the stars ask as they round <br />Time upon time the towers of the skies <br />Is heard but little till the stars go out. <br />I hear content, and 'Be Content' <br />Ring like a handbell through the corridors, <br />And 'Know no answer,' and I know <br />No answer to the children's cry <br />Of echo's answer and the man of frost <br />And ghostly comets over the raised fists.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-east-wind-chills/