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