Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. - Dylan Thomas

Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud.

Raging against the dying of the light - used in The Book of Peach