When All My Five and Country Senses See By Dylan Thomas

When all my five and country senses see,
The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark   
How, through the halfmoon’s vegetable eye,   
Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac,
Love in the frost is pared and wintered by,
The whispering ears will watch love drummed away   
Down breeze and shell to a discordant beach,   
And, lashed to syllables, the lynx tongue cry   
That her fond wounds are mended bitterly.   
My nostrils see her breath burn like a bush.

My one and noble heart has witnesses
In all love’s countries, that will grope awake;
And when blind sleep drops on the spying senses,   
The heart is sensual, though five eyes break.

Dylan Thomas, “When All My Five and Country Senses See” from The Poems of Dylan Thomas. Used by permission of David Higham Associates, London as agents for the Trustees of the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas.

Source: Poetry (August 1938).

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