The Fiery Thrill of Dylan Thomas

This fine morning deserves some Dylan Thomas. How can one not feel reborn when the universe produces a poet such as this?

YOUR PAIN SHALL BE A MUSIC

Your pain shall be a music in your string
And fill the mouths of heaven with your tongue

Your pain shall be
O my unborn
A vein of mine
Made fast by me.
Your string shall stretch a gully twixt the thumbs
Whose flaming blood shall rub it at the rims

Your pain shall be
O my unsown
A ragged vein
Twixt you and me.

Your pain shall be a meaning in your lips
As milk shall be a music in the paps

Your pain shall be
O my unknown
A stream of mine
Not milked by me.
Your pam shall not unmilk you of the food
That drops to make a music in your blood

Your pain shall be
O my undone
Flesh blood and bone
Surrounding me.

–Dylan Thomas

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