Time enough to rot | Dylan Thomas

[wind-hover.livejournal.com]

Time enough to rot;
Toss overhead
Your golden ball of blood;
Breathe against air,
Puffing the light's flame to and fro,
Not drawing in your suction's kiss.
Your mouth's fine dust
Will find such love against the grain,
And break through dark;
It's acrid in the streets;
A paper witch upon her sulphured broom
Flies from the gutter.
The still go hard,
The moving fructify;
The walker's apple's black as sin;
The waters of his mind draw in.

Then swim your head,
For you've got a sea to lie.

 

(One of his lesser-known poems I really like, but haven't been able to fully understand.)

Comments

[communicator.livejournal.com]

Wow this is great, thanks, I don't fully understand it either

[teithiwr.livejournal.com]

Ooh, that is nice. I like the sound of it!

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

The lines "Toss overhead... grain" kind of remind me of smoking a cigarette. XD I get the feeling that's kind of not the point of the poem, though.

I know exactly what you mean: the only poem I can even begin to understand is "Death Shall Have No Dominion".
Gorgeous nonetheless: thanks for sharing!

[alwen7.livejournal.com]

Thomas is one of my all time favourite poets of all time ever ever ever... thanks for sharing this one!!