<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><h1 class="title page__title" id="page-title" style="line-height: 1.20301em; margin: 0px; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-weight: 500; padding-bottom: 10px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(252, 249, 249);"><pre style="font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: normal; margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;" class=""><font face="Helvetica" class="">The force that through the green fuse drives the flower</font></pre></h1><div class="field-label-hidden field-name-body field field-type-text-with-summary" style="line-height: 24px; padding-right: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(252, 249, 249); width: auto !important;"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even"><pre style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;" class=""><font face="Helvetica" class="">The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.</font></pre><pre style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;" class=""><font face="Helvetica" class=""><br class=""></font></pre><pre style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;" class=""><font face="Helvetica" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- <a href="https://www.poets.org/node/44729" target="_top" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(211, 211, 211); text-decoration: none;" class=""><span itemprop="name" class="">Dylan Thomas</span></a></font></pre><div class=""><br class=""></div></div></div></div><div class=""><br class=""></div></body></html>