Beginning

In the beginning was the pale signature,

Three-syllabled and starry as the smile,

And after came the imprints on the water,

Stamp of the minted face upon the moon;

The blood that touched the crosstree and the grail

Touched the first cloud and left a sign.

 

In the beginning was the mounting fire

That set alight the weathers from a spark,

A three-eyed, red-eyed spark, blunt as a flower,

Life rose and spouted from the rolling seas,

Burst in the roots, pumped from the earth and rock

The secret oils that drive the grass

 

from 'In the Beginning' - Dylan Thomas

 

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