The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower
by Dylan Thomas
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. The force that drives the water through the rocks Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams Turns mine to wax. The hand that whirls the water in the pool Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind Hauls my shroud sail. How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
[Excerpts from The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions, Copyright 1937. Thanks to the following photographers for making their work available through the Creative Commons license: JFXie; Sudipto Sarkar; KevPBur; Peter Stevens; and Mark Robinson.]