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Dylan Thomas

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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.
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The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower, st. 1 (1934)

 
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