Mrs Calloway’s Reviews > [(The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas)] [ By (author) Dylan Thomas, Edited by John Goodby ] [October, 2014] > Status Update

My senses see.
Speak, then, o body, shout aloud,
And break my only mind from chains
To go where ploughing’s ended.

Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they may be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
The lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

You shall go as the others have gone,
Lay your head on a hard bed of stone,
And have the raven for companion.

The wireless snarls on the hearth.

There in the sunset in sunrise
Joy lifts its head, wonderful with surprise.

Even among his own kin he is lost,
Is love a shadow on the wall,
Among all living men he is a sad ghost.

The lake’s voice and the rolling of mock waves
Make discord with the voice within his ribs
That thunders his heart thunders, slow as his heart slows.

I have long to move away but am afraid;
Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the old lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into the air, leaving me half blind.

Their faces shone under some radiance
Of mingle, moonlight and lamplight
That turned the empty kisses into meaning,