Was there a TimeViewed 385 times
by Dylan Thomas
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,
But time has set its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.
Once it was the colour of saying
Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill
With a capsized field where a school sat still
Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,
Of light and love, the tempers of the heart,
Whack their boy’s limbs,
It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Should lanterns shine, the holy face,
Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light,
Would wither up, and any boy of love
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;