On a Wedding AnniversaryViewed 352 times
by Dylan Thomas
The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.
Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every tune or crater
Carrying cloud, Death strikes their house.
Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain.
Sometimes the sky's too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
The force that through the green fuse drives the fl …
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees …
Is my destroyer.
The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Mala …
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a ja …
Back of the bar, in a solo g...
Then was my neophyte,
Child in white blood bent on its knees
Under the bell of rocks,
Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses coul stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
When all my five and country senses see,
The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark
How, through the halfmoon’s vegetable eye,
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,
Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,
Love in her gear is slowly through the house,