Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds
And bear those tendril hands I touch across
The agonized, two seas.
Behind my head a square of sky sags over
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.
Not From This Anger
Dylan Thomas
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Poem topics: flower, mirror, sky, water, beast, head, receive, mouth, touch, hunger, square, golden, anger, smile, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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