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 line.

 

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.

 

-Dylan Thomas

 

I took another one, in a vertical framing. This one, in color (obviously), reminds me of one of my favorite poems I have cited above.

 

EOS 400D + Asahi Pentax S-M-C-Takumar 50 F1.4

 

Done