Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | November 29, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: This Bread I Break

by Dylan Thomas (1914 – 1953).

This Bread I Break (1936)

This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wind at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy.

Once in this wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.

This flesh you break, this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein,
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
My wine you drink, my bread you snap.

Notes:
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/dthomas.htm
http://www.neuroticpoets.com/thomas/
http://papyr.com/hypertextbooks/grammar/this_bread_i_break.htm

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