Approbate Bice Straw Cuidong Flower Deli
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Poet: 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.
  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 my clay is made the hangman's lime.
  
  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.