Not from This Anger (by Dylan Thomas)

Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger,
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds
And bear those tendril hands I touch across
The agonized, two seas.
Behind my head a square of sky sags over
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover
And the gold ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.





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Dr Jane McCormick. She was the self proclaimed world's foremost expert...on Dylan Thomas and Vernon Watkins...on the relationship between the two writers and how it influenced their life's work. Excellent read. Thank you.
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