The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the root of trees
Is my destroyer
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry flower
~ Dylan Thomas
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the root of trees
Is my destroyer
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry flower
~ Dylan Thomas