Dylan Thomas

Before I knocked and flesh let enter,
With liquid hands tapped on the womb,
I who was as shapeless as the
That shaped the Jordan near my

Too proud to die; broken and blind he
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow
On that darkest day,

Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam, And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies, The atlas-eater with a jaw for news, Bit out the mandrake with to-mor...

There was an old bugger called God,who got a young virgin in pod
This disgraceful behaviourbegot Christ our Saviour,who was nailed to a cross, poor old sod

'If my head hurt a hair's
Pack back the downed bone
If the unpricked ball of my
Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out

When I was a windy boy and a
And the black spit of the chapel fold,(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,

Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
Shall the blind horse sing sweeter
Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to
The supper and knives of a mood